<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567</id><updated>2011-12-30T09:08:22.674-05:00</updated><category term='illness'/><category term='funny'/><category term='tired'/><category term='books'/><category term='death'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='gray'/><category term='nature'/><category term='hell'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='Rock Band'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='candles'/><category term='sweetie'/><category term='summer'/><category term='corset'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='prissy dog'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Sexy Pandas'/><category term='casino'/><category term='family'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='chai'/><category term='bad TV'/><category term='gall bladder'/><category term='review'/><category term='Witchblade'/><category term='work'/><category term='neighbors'/><category term='EOS'/><category term='lione'/><category term='weather'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='drama'/><category term='reading'/><category term='TV'/><category term='singing'/><category term='harrassment'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='dooce'/><category term='Blog365'/><category term='nap'/><category term='government'/><category term='poop'/><category term='April Fools'/><category term='geek'/><category term='depression'/><category term='money woes'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='asshat'/><category term='pain'/><category term='girl time'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Freecycle'/><category term='chuck'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='weight'/><category term='NESS'/><category term='belly'/><category term='NIN'/><category term='NaBloPoMo'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='moment'/><category term='blood'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='LARPing'/><category term='meds'/><category term='stalker'/><category term='water'/><category term='presents'/><category term='LiveJournal'/><category term='cake'/><category term='driving'/><category term='chiweenie'/><category term='laundromat'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='update'/><category term='media hate'/><category term='kantor'/><category term='friends'/><category term='gay'/><category term='sensitive'/><category term='Storm'/><category term='scleroderma'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='crap day'/><category term='music'/><category term='beads'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='head case'/><category term='stupid boss'/><category term='Christian Bale'/><category term='innappropriate'/><category term='frogs'/><category term='blah'/><category term='food'/><category term='nice day'/><category term='health'/><category term='questions'/><category term='drugs'/><title type='text'>Not cleverly named</title><subtitle type='html'>I love writing so here I am.  I will probably talk about my dogs, my friends, my gaming habit and what I do for a living here.  Not sure what else will catch my fancy yet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2649521911051512692</id><published>2008-07-10T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:10:38.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Top Movies Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Here's Entertainment Weekly's list of the top movies of the last 25 years. Go through their list and BOLD the ones you have seen, ITALICIZE those you love/would watch over and over again, STRIKE OUT those you dislike strongly or really would rather never see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;1. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Pulp Fiction (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;3. Titanic (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blue Velvet (1986)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Toy Story (1995)&lt;br /&gt;6. Saving Private Ryan (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hannah and Her Sisters (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;8. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;The Silence of the Lambs (1991)&lt;br /&gt;9. Die Hard (1988)&lt;br /&gt;10. Moulin Rouge (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. This Is Spinal Tap (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;12. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;The Matrix (1999)&lt;br /&gt;13. GoodFellas (1990)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;14. Crumb (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;15. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Edward Scissorhands (1990)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;16. Boogie Nights (1997)&lt;br /&gt;17. Jerry Maguire (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do the Right Thing (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. Casino Royale (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;20. The Lion King (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Schindler's List (1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:#C0C0C0;"   &gt;&lt;strike&gt;22. Rushmore (1998)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:#C0C0C0;"   &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I can’t even believe this movie made the list!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;23. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Memento (2001)&lt;br /&gt;24. A Room With a View (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;25. Shrek (2001)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;26. Hoop Dreams (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;27. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Aliens (1986)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;28. Wings of Desire (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;29. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;The Bourne Supremacy (2004)&lt;br /&gt;30. When Harry Met Sally... (1989)&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;32. Fight Club (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;33. The Breakfast Club (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;34. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Fargo&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;35. The Incredibles (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;36. Spider-Man 2 (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;37. Pretty Woman (1990)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;38. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;The Sixth Sense (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Speed (1994)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Dazed and Confused (1993)&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Clueless (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;43. Gladiator (2000)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;44. The Player (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;45.&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt; Rain Man (1988)&lt;br /&gt;46. Children of Men (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;47. Men in Black (1997)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;48. Scarface (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;49. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;50. The Piano (1993)&lt;br /&gt;51. There Will Be Blood (2007)&lt;br /&gt;52. The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad (1988)&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;The Truman Show (1998)&lt;br /&gt;54. Fatal Attraction (1987)&lt;br /&gt;55. Risky Business (1983)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;56. The Lives of Others (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;57. There's Something About Mary (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;58. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Ghostbusters (1984)&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Confidential (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;60. Scream (1996)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;61. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Beverly&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Hills Cop (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;62. sex, lies and videotape (1989)&lt;br /&gt;63. Big (1988)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;64. No Country For Old Men (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;65. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Dirty Dancing (1987)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;66. Natural Born Killers (1994)&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Donnie Brasco (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. Witness (1985)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;69. All About My Mother (1999)&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Broadcast News (1987)&lt;br /&gt;71. Unforgiven (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. Thelma &amp;amp; Louise (1991)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;73. Office Space (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;74. Drugstore Cowboy (1989)&lt;br /&gt;75. Out of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;76. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;The Departed (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;77. Sid and Nancy (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;78. Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;79. Waiting for Guffman (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;80. Michael Clayton (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;81. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Moonstruck (1987)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;82. Lost in Translation (2003)&lt;br /&gt;83. Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;84. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Sideways (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;85. The 40 Year-Old Virgin (2005)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;86. Y Tu Mamá También (2002)&lt;br /&gt;87. Swingers (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;88. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;89. Breaking the Waves (1996)&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Napolean Dynamite (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. Back to the Future (1985)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;92. Menace II Society (1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;93. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Ed Wood (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Full Metal Jacket (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;95. In the Mood for Love (2001)&lt;br /&gt;96. Far From Heaven (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;97. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Glory (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;98. The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)&lt;br /&gt;99. The Blair Witch Project (1999)&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;South&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: Bigger Longer &amp;amp; Uncut (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a side note, Jenny....you can do this IN LiveJournal. The two tabs on the left end of the window where you write your post say RICH TEXT and HTML. Choose the one that says RICH TEXT and it gives you a toolbar at the top with which you can choose font size, bold, italics, underline, strikethrough and a handful of other options too, a la MS Word.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2649521911051512692?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2649521911051512692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2649521911051512692' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2649521911051512692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2649521911051512692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-entertainment-weeklys-list-of-top.html' title='Top Movies Meme'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1173498471226057918</id><published>2008-07-08T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:13:47.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>A little self-important today...</title><content type='html'>am cursed to work with idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a computer support person, would you go to someone's computer and while you were there working on it, change all the visual views to be how you liked them? Would you change how the folders are displayed, how items are listed in the folders, how the menu looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a better question. How would you feel if your computer support person did that to you on your PC when they came to work on it?????? Probably a little pissed off that everything looks different now, right? What if you didn't know how to change things back the way they were? What if you only knew how to find folders well if they were in a list, as opposed to a large, graphically intensive page of icons? What if the "My Computer" icon was no longer listed in your Start menu and you didn't know how to find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of stupid shit I have to deal with every day. When you are getting a PC ready so that it can be copied and used for everyone else's PC in the building.....KEEP YOUR PERSONAL VIEWING PREFERENCES OFF THE DAMN PC!!!! I don't care if you live in the 1990's and want to see the Windows Classic Menus, colors and Folder Views. DON'T PUT THEM ON THE PROFILE WE WILL BE COPYING!!! Fuhchrissake!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1173498471226057918?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1173498471226057918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1173498471226057918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1173498471226057918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1173498471226057918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-self-important-today.html' title='A little self-important today...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7321448250725891779</id><published>2008-06-19T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:47:02.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LARPing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>Weird dreams (can't remember any today, but I remember waking up last night thinking WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;Work frustration (more evidence that SysAdmin is just bluffing his way through stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;New partnership (a friend at work and I are going to work together on something.)&lt;br /&gt;Nice weather (even the thunderstorms have been cool!)&lt;br /&gt;Sore neck (not sure what the heck this is about, but I have had a sore neck from sleeping for days.)&lt;br /&gt;New Nine Inch Nails album (The Slip - WOOT!)&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker rants (my co-worker came at me this morning with a fistful of rants, with which I sympathize, but it was just discouraging.)&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew Voltage is ok, nothing great (my sweetie got a free 12 pack.)&lt;br /&gt;New bras rock (I feel buoyant.)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to do in and to my house - need to organize them tonight (yeah, that.)&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on fun from the weekend (SKRF - had a great time and lots of fun and I am oddly looking forward to the event even though I am scripting.)&lt;br /&gt;A helpful lesson in terminal services (from a geek friend - he taught me stuff that was VITAL and just cleared a whole bunch up for me!)&lt;br /&gt;A disappointing answer (my job position does not require a salary revaluation because we are in line with the other IT positions here.)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hungry (I think it's time for lunch!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7321448250725891779?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7321448250725891779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7321448250725891779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7321448250725891779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7321448250725891779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7366414481644708945</id><published>2008-06-11T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:50:40.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media hate'/><title type='text'>Today's thoughts...</title><content type='html'>First thought happened while I was at lunch with my fellow computer geeks here at work. We have a monthly interdepartmental meeting for all the computer people in each department. This month was the annual barbecue, since school is out and things are slightly slower for IT folks here. So there I am, waiting in line to get ice cream after I ate my hot dog and hamburger. And I see one of the folks there, a young-ish girl, about my height, with a monstrous bowl of ice cream heaped with chocolate sprinkles and whipped cream! She is very thin, I would say somewhere around a size 4 or 6 (smaller than Lou is how I was comparing it.) And behind her was a larger girl, probably a size 16, with barely a scoop and some chocolate sauce on top. The first thing I thought was, "That girl HAS to be bulemic to have a bowl of ice cream like that! I bet she throws it all up later." My second thought was, "It's so unfair that she gets to eat that huge bowl while the girl behind her, clearly trying to watch what she eats, has the smaller bowl and is still overweight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both thoughts were serious, I wasn't being funny. Then I was kind of appalled at my own thoughts. Why should I think that way? Why should I care? Why was I so presumptive to think that the skinny girl must have an eating disorder to stay so thin, or that the larger girl was trying to lose weight? I was being kind of mean. And I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the messages we get from the media every day to be so conscious of our appearance and weight and beauty and youth! They never used to get to me much when I was a teenager. But they get to me now. I think about my age. This weekend out in the sun, I was thinking that I looked older because of my makeup and that I better learn how not to make myself look older with makeup. I get happy every time someone gets surprised by my age. I used to look older when I was a teenager and now that I am older, I look younger than my age. I attribute it to good skin care, not smoking and purposely not tanning. I have been using Origins skin care products since I was 23, the year I got married, which is now 15 years ago. See what I mean?!?! This year is my 20th HS Reunion! I have gotten back in touch with people from HS or before through Facebook that I haven't spoken to in 20 years or more in some cases! This is insane! I am not this old! I feel like a kid inside. Not an immature, whiny kid; a fun-loving, playful kid. I think that's part of the reason that all this adult stuff gets me so down! I don't want to have to deal with all this serious stuff when I just want to have some fun. Of course, I do deal with it, but I have trouble balancing the two ends together, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! A lot going on in my head today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought is about my dumb boss. He is again doing stupid things today to make my life more complicated. Stuff which he should know better than to do. I work for him, he makes more than me, I should not have to clean up his messes. Fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet more thoughts are about what I have control of and what I do not. I can control my weight. I can control advancing my work skills and certifications. Therefore, I need to work on both of those things. I am not going to go into any elaborate plans here because I don't have any. The statement above is the plan. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....what are your thoughts on any of the above, or anything else you are thinking today, internets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7366414481644708945?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7366414481644708945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7366414481644708945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7366414481644708945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7366414481644708945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-thoughts.html' title='Today&apos;s thoughts...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-8681909512151057428</id><published>2008-06-10T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:34:38.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LARPing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>Feeling Hot Hot Hot!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.kingdomfestival.com/"&gt;Silver Kingdom Renaissance Festival&lt;/a&gt;, where I helped out as a volunteer all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - it was in the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;Yes - it was crazy ass humid and unbearably hot and sweaty both days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was also fun! The faire is larger than I had thought it was. There were about 30 vendors, give or take, and they had a nice variety of stuff. There were 3 or 4 costume vendors, 3 leather shops who all catered to larpers, a generic silver jewelry place, yard ornaments, tibetan items, eastern oddities and flint lock rifles, henna tattoos, gel candles, fantasy/medieval art prints, wool works, and a few others that I don't recall at the moment. There was a "Children's Garden" which basically has some games for the kids - beanbag throw, ring toss, fight the dragon, and an obstacle course! Plus drawing and coloring if they want. Fun for the kiddies. And, being a LARP faire, a boffer combat tourney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time! It was wicked, hellish hot. Hot like drink a bottle of water an hour hot. So hot you didn't want to eat, but if you didn't eat something you would drop. We had two people leave by ambulance Saturday. The mudman, who was dehydrated, and a patron, who had given blood that morning (and appropriately said she felt pretty stupid as they were waiting for the ambulance to arrive.) So the next day water was available EVERYWHERE and people were actively being encouraged to wear sunscreen, take a break, have some water, etc. Fortunately there were no incidents, though an "almost" one with one of the Lione folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bear. A teddy bear. A Celtic bear, with wode on half his face, holding a longsword and buckler and wearing plaid pants! He is my leetle 'Braveheart Bear' now. :-) SO very cute, I just had to have him. There was some interesting leather armor pieces and sword holders and bracers at one of the booths. But every time I look at leather, I just think, "But Geof could make me that..." and I don't buy it. So methinks I need to talk to him about making me some shit. Bracers and/or a pauldron for now, another bat-utility belt later when I have lost some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was looking through my shit for some costume accessories to bring along Sunday (I went home to get a few things and sleep in MY bed with my sweetie and my puppies, not in a sweaty bunk room with 10 other sweaty people...) I found my old bat-utility belt that he made for me. I wrapped it around myself and it was clear just how much I have gained. No way could I have even gotten the belts closed. *heavy sigh* I want to be determined to lose weight. I really want to lose it and I want to stay determined and actually take action and KEEP on the wagon! I think that will be a subject tonight with my therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to the renfair again this weekend to help out, though my roles will be a bit more structured this weekend. This past weekend they apparently did not expect me at all. So I kind of floated and helped out where needed. This weekend I will be in the green room and the tavern. I hope I don't have to actually COOK. I would rather serve and clean than cook. We shall see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am primed for some serious thunderstorms to come and take away this ridiculous weather! I am all for saving the planet and controlling global warming, but I would be so very unhappy if I had to work outside in this heat all day every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-8681909512151057428?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/8681909512151057428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=8681909512151057428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8681909512151057428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8681909512151057428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-hot-hot-hot.html' title='Feeling Hot Hot Hot!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4300795654514967226</id><published>2008-06-06T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:13:23.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media hate'/><title type='text'>Sorry, no sympathy for you.</title><content type='html'>I go to CNN.com this morning and see TWO stories about celebrities in foreclosure.  &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/TV/06/06/lkl.mcmahon/index.html"&gt;Ed McMahon went on Larry King Live&lt;/a&gt; to talk about his story because he feels he can, "speak for the million people you mentioned [facing foreclosure]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri-i-i-i-i-ight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed is behind by $644,000.00 dollars.  That is THREE TIMES WHAT MY HOUSE IS EVEN WORTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/showbiz/2008/06/06/dnt.holyfield.foreclosure.wsb"&gt;The other story is about Evander Holyfield.&lt;/a&gt;  His TEN MILLION DOLLAR estate is in danger of being foreclosed upon.  He is trying to get another loan to stay current on his mortgage payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I sound cynical.  But hearing that even some rich celebs can't pay their mortgage is absolutely NO comfort to me whatsoever!  They walk out their door in the morning and make a thousand dollars, just for being themselves.  I walk out the door, to my unmowed front yard (because we had to wait to have the mower serviced until we had the tax money back) to my 9 year old car with 250,000 miles on it, to go to my job where I don't even make 50K a year.  My annual combined household income is less than one of their monthly mortgage payments.  And I'm supposed to feel heartened that 'they are going through it too'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see those people go through it the way average people do.  Or the way that people living in poverty go through it.  Trying to juggle expenses so that you can get to work and feed yourself while still being able to pay the mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am very fortunate.  I HAVE a house to lose.  Many people don't.  But I am talking about relating to MY struggle.  I am constantly pissed off by the celebrity stories about excess and partying and rehab and wrecked cars and plastic surgery and new houses and 20 million dollar movie deals and ten cars.  The celebrities I admire are the ones who donate large sums to charity - because they can.  Who try to stay out of the gossip limelight and just live their lives.  Or who stand up for what they believe in and use their celebrity to bring attention to important subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading stories like these just pisses me off even more.  Poor widdle cewebwities, not able to get their daily personal massage and hairstylist to come over.  Aw, maybe they will have to move to a million dollar house rather than a TEN million dollar estate.  Their SEVENTEEN bathrooms will sit, vacant, alone, unused, while they are foreclosed upon by the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4300795654514967226?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4300795654514967226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4300795654514967226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4300795654514967226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4300795654514967226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-no-sympathy-for-you.html' title='Sorry, no sympathy for you.'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1091393460123281051</id><published>2008-06-04T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:52:07.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>*BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z* Wrong answer!</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the tummy evil I experienced is not over. No. So apparently, it was not caused by the cereal. I have no idea what it WAS caused by, but I am tired of it and want it to stop now, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day this week home sick. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fever, no vomiting. Just evil stomach cramping and liquid diarrhea. Yay. And exhaustion. Yeah. Ssssooooo ttiirreedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I don't care WHY. I just want this to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to tough out work tomorrow, no matter how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I was not going to be in my office most of today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that means I missed a freebie day of cool classes and free lunch. Staff Development Day happens once a year where all staff are allowed and encouraged to take courses offered for the day. Mostly non-academic and non-work related stuff. Personal development, like photography, learning to know your dog, tours of the campus, athletic stuff like pilates or yoga, craft stuff, plant swaps, how to be greener, etc., etc. Plus a huge free barbecue lunch for all the staff. Plus a Family Feud game in the afternoon with questions related to where we work and the culture and events that happen there. Day ends with Ice Cream and Del's Frozen Lemonade, a RI favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I signed up for were Yoga in the morning, a class called "Gross Anatomy" in the late morning, which was supposed to go over some more grotesque medical practices back in the day. And in the afternoon, card making class using rubber stamps. We would make two cards, one to keep and one for Ronald McDonald House kids. Which is cool, charity, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today is the last of it for me. I am very tired and need to help out with the Lione renfair this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1091393460123281051?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1091393460123281051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1091393460123281051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1091393460123281051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1091393460123281051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/06/buzz-z-z-z-z-wrong-answer.html' title='*BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z* Wrong answer!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4134476106466252786</id><published>2008-06-03T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:52:07.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>My stomach hates me</title><content type='html'>I spent yesterday curled up in my bed clutching my belly and groaning a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING: TMI POST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiber is NOT my friend. I am apparently very sensitive to too much fiber. Unfortunately, I am also a lover of those fiber filled cereals like Wheat Chex and Mini-Wheats! We got the Strawberry Mini-Wheats because they were on sale and I had too much and I paid dearly for it!!! It's just not nice what too much will do to you! It was evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back at work today, exhausted, but here. Not only did I not sleep well last night because of the sleeping I did during the day yesterday. But I feel empty (because I didn't really eat anything yesterday except a little pastina) and I feel like I got repeatedly punched in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Stupid sensitive system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4134476106466252786?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4134476106466252786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4134476106466252786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4134476106466252786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4134476106466252786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-stomach-hates-me.html' title='My stomach hates me'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6538636328865491260</id><published>2008-05-29T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:31:58.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Wondering why I bother...</title><content type='html'>Told by SysAdmin to write an e-mail to staff about a new piece of equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write draft and send to SysAdmin and Boss Guy (because every word has to be approved by both of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss Guy thanks me for the draft and says he will "re-work" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sends out draft to us with ENTIRELY DIFFERENT E-MAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I waste ten minutes of my day writing a fucking e-mail that he was just going to entirely re-write? WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss Guy tells us a few weeks ago to "take advantage of Summer Hours" being offered by our employer (we get to work a half-hour less for the same pay.) With a caveat that we may occassionally have to stay for maintenance or issues that arise (of course, duh!) Then today, he mentions to SysAdmin (after everyone submits their preferred hours and wants to leave at 4:30 pm, per the Summer Hours policy that we are allowed to follow...) that he is concerned about IT coverage for the building from 4:30 - 5:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he think that just because I am normally a later person that I would WANT to stay later when I could get out of work at 4:30?! Did he just ASSUME that I would stay later than that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just W-A-I-T-I-N-G for them to ask me to stay until 5:00 pm for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Tango&lt;br /&gt;Foxtrot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6538636328865491260?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6538636328865491260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6538636328865491260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6538636328865491260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6538636328865491260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/05/wondering-why-i-bother.html' title='Wondering why I bother...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-8630793782000073004</id><published>2008-05-27T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:39:17.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LARPing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>crack, bump, groan, Zzzzz, snap, creak.....</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a little broken today. A LOT tired and a little broken. I came out of the 4-day event with minimal damage: a long bruise, clearly from a weapon hit, on my right upper arm; a slightly sore eye from being accidentally kicked in the eye; some small bruises here and there and SORE FEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, more later when I have time. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, as the case may be...) my day has already shaped up to be VERY busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-8630793782000073004?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/8630793782000073004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=8630793782000073004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8630793782000073004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8630793782000073004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/05/crack-bump-groan-zzzzz-snap-creak.html' title='crack, bump, groan, Zzzzz, snap, creak.....'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-368740228490158109</id><published>2008-05-22T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:14:08.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Am I overreacting?</title><content type='html'>I think it's hard for non-techies to answer this question because I could ask it by including all the technical details. But I will ask it anyway, without all the techie info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell our database administrator (new character here in my LJ) that I need some info from him because I have to do some server maintenance and then when he replies, he tells me the server needs some maintenance. Not in so many words, but that is the short, non-techie version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I overreacting to get tired of these damn people treating me like I am an idiot? Am I reading too much into what he said to me? Without knowing the guy, you are going to answer that maybe he was being nice and just trying to make suggestions. But it's not like that in IT. IT people are competitive and conceited. They all think they know more than each other. This guy is not super pompous, but he does have a chip on his shoulder. He is somewhat of a know-it-all when it comes to the db he works on, because he worked on this same db at his last job. He talks about that incessantly, "at (other job) we did this, and we did that, and we did this other thing." It drives people here batty. So he does come off like a know-it-all. He came back to me the other day after I FORWARDED a warning email that I received from our IT Security group about a phishing e-mail. It had clickable links in it that were active (on the phishing e-mail itself). It came to me like that, and I sent it out like that. Well, you weren't supposed to click on the links, and the e-mail stated that...IN CAPITALS...TWICE!!! Five minutes after I send the e-mail, he comes over and tells me that the e-mail I just sent has clickable links and that maybe I should have made the links inactive before sending the e-mail. Heh heh. He was chuckling, like heh, heh, oh, duh, you probably should have thought about that first, heh heh. It was like a condescending, pat on the head kind of comment to me. This is the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so goddamn sick of that shit. I don't think I come off as stupid or not knowing what I am talking about. I don't engage in deep conversation about my job and what I do every day with him or my bosses. But I think merely in performing my work, they should be able to gather than I am competent and intelligent and that I understand what I am doing and maybe even more than just what I am doing. Why the hell would I apply to be the System Administrator if I didn't think I had the ability and knowledge to do the job?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *LOVE* the people here. LOVE them. CAPITAL L-O-V-E love. The people I work for here (not my bosses; my users, my "customers") are the best group of people I have ever worked for in my life. Real people with real lives, who are mature and understanding and personable and real and not fake and are friendly and talkative and understanding. REAL people. GOOD people. I get thanked for doing my job every day here by the people I work for. I am appreciated, liked, joked with, talked with, asked about, waved hi to. They are nice people. So some of the frustration that I have with my bosses gets mitigated by the great people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am overreacting. Maybe I am hyper-sensitive to being told what to do when I already know what to do. It always makes me feel like the person telling me what to do believes I don't know already. I don't mind with tasks. Assign me a task, sure, I will do it, no problem. But start listing the steps I need to take to accomplish this task when I have not asked for such assistance and I begin to think you think I am an idiot! Similarly, I take action items away from a meeting. Don't begin following up with me on them immediately, because it makes me feel like you don't trust me to get my damn work done! I can LET YOU KNOW when I am done with the assigned tasks, really, I can. I know they are important and need to get done as soon as I can. I don't ask for help much, but when I do, you will know that I really need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am not sure if I just have to bite the bullet and deal with this stuff (well, yes, I DO have to just deal with it,) or whether I am JUSTIFIED in feeling this way about it all. Am I just being "sensitive Linda"? Or would you also get as frustrated? I just need to feel validated; That it's okay to get pissed off and frustrated; that they are being assholes. I would hate to hear (but will listen if it's the answer) that I am just being reactionary and that they just mean well and are doing their jobs. I should be thankful for the direction and instruction I am being given and thank them for the opportunity. Eeeuuuccchhhhhh! It makes me want to vomit just WRITING it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-368740228490158109?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/368740228490158109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=368740228490158109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/368740228490158109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/368740228490158109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-overreacting.html' title='Am I overreacting?'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2206104975463360564</id><published>2008-05-13T15:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:50:22.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dooce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Dooce love</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;Dooce&lt;/a&gt;!!!  I love her website!  I have been reading Dooce since she became pregnant and was posting weekly belly pics.  At least 5 years.  When I began reading her site, I read back to the very first post (the first post that is still published anyway).  So it becomes hard to remember when I really began reading, because I feel like I have been there from the beginning.  I love her husband &lt;a href="http://blurbomat.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt;.  I love their daughter &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/2008/05/02/newsletter-month-fifty-and-fifty-one"&gt;Leta&lt;/a&gt;.  I SUPER love &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/daily-chuck/2008/05/14/product-placement"&gt;her dog Chuck&lt;/a&gt; (and &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/daily-chuck/2008/05/09/were-gonna-catch-big-one"&gt;Coco too&lt;/a&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week, she has gotten some TV press on &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/24502785#24502785 &lt;br /&gt;"&gt;NBC's Today Show&lt;/a&gt; and then on &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/story?id=4836738&amp;page=1"&gt;Nightline&lt;/a&gt;.  The Today show interview was not what it was supposed to be because it got bumped from its original spot and interviewer.  Everyone who has watched Kathie Lee Gifford knows she is sort of a ditz.  Whatever.  The piece was short and sort of aimless, except to say that Heather has a popular blog on which she writes about being a mom.  Factually correct, though lacking a lot of detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nightline piece was more in depth and was done in her home.  I think it was inherently better for that single reason.  She was not on a couch in some studio in a city far away from her home and her husband and her daughter, etc.  I think it brought out a little of her personality.  And I think it touched on her blog and why she does what she does.  But it still didn't fully hit the mark.  I just think that a mainstream news reporter can't grasp the concept of blogging and the internet and online communities.  If you don't experience it, it is a concept that is very hard to describe well.  So I think they did a nice job for what they could do.  However, I was very dismayed at some of the negative comments posted on the Nightline page for the article for that piece.  I just can't believe some of the hate that people spew about stuff that doesn't even affect them about someone they don't even know!  People feel threatened by the strangest things.  It's not even logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I get mad and write a letter if I feel that a company is using practices that are going to hurt me or other people, physically or financially.  I get mad and (sometimes) write people who have very restrictive viewpoints about issues that are important to me (prejudice, choice, glbt issues, religion).  But this is someone just talking about HER life on HER website.  She doesn't tell people how to behave, that her way is right, that she has found the path to inner peace and salvation, that she is the best mom and everyone needs to follow her lead, that she is the best judge of...anything!  She just talks about her life and how it affects her and her family.  And people lose their friggin MINDS!  I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to talk about &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/"&gt;Dooce&lt;/a&gt; today (yep, I linked it again!)  'Cause I love her.  As much as a person who has never met a person but feels like she knows her a little bit because of having daily peeks into her life for the past 6 years can love a person.  She inspires me to want to be more creative, more artistic, to write more.  I would love to be in a position where I could stay at home and work for a living.  Or even to have a blog/website that pays the bills.  Woo-to-the-motherfucking-hoo, Dooce!  You rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2206104975463360564?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2206104975463360564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2206104975463360564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2206104975463360564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2206104975463360564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/05/dooce-love.html' title='Dooce love'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3690840932206317095</id><published>2008-05-12T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:59:05.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>Small, but Gross!</title><content type='html'>I get the puppies all saddled up to go on our morning walk. We get out the front door and I kiss my sweetie goodbye. While I am not looking at them, the smaller pup, Storm, begins rubbing her head on the ground on something. They usually do this on patches of smelly stuff, not too discriminating about what the smelly stuff is. In this case, it was a FRESH puddle of BIRD POOP!!! Yeecchhh!!! So we go on our walk and half her head is white and slimy with bird poop. They do their business and we get back to the house. Before she can TOUCH anything, I scoop her up and take off the harness and whisk her to the bathroom. A warm washcloth with some puppy shampoo to the head manages to take away all the poop. She is miserable as I am doing this because they both dislike the bath thing. I get done and release the hound to go play with her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, BOY IS FRESH BIRD POOP SMELLY!!!!! It smells AWFUL! I will not push the cliche' and say it smells like shit. It doesn't smell like shit. It smells like something very sour and very rotten and very regurgitated. Bleah, bleah, bleah, bleah, bleah! I am shuddering again just thinking about the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pooch is getting the full on bath tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lionemom/491651854/in/set-72157594356668231/"&gt;(yeah, that's her, the tiny cute one...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3690840932206317095?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3690840932206317095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3690840932206317095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3690840932206317095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3690840932206317095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-but-gross.html' title='Small, but Gross!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-8697567280662645612</id><published>2008-05-07T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:15:41.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><title type='text'>writer's block</title><content type='html'>I have had writers block this week and last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is stuff flying through my mind. But I don't necessarily want to write about it. Or I do, but I feel like I am just going to recant what I wrote ten minutes ago. I am kind of a mess. Not a bad mess. Sort of. Yeah, I feel a little nuts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not felt much like writing about the same old damn crap. I am just uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure this medication is working for me. We (the psych nurse and I) increased the dose one week ago yesterday and I feel like I am going a little bonkers (and driving my sweetie bonkers, too) since then. On the lower dose I felt.....o-k-a-y. Not bad, but not really better. Nothing appreciable anyway. It's hard when my moods are messed up to notice a difference. Maybe that should be the tell-tale sign that the med ISN'T WORKING, when it's hard to notice a difference. But the past week, I think I do notice a difference. Short fuse, difficulty keeping focused, negative thoughts (more than usual, I think), and more anxiety. I have had tiny lightheaded episodes (by tiny I mean for literally seconds) here and there. Oh and Monday I had WAY too much caffeine!! Two cokes and a cup of tea! I was vibrating by the time I got home. It was super sucky! Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I feel like this icky mood has come on over the past week. Last week, all week, I felt shitty. It started after trying to shop Sunday, but I felt shitty the rest of the week too. And I really don't feel any better this week. I am not necessarily focused on my body image. Just everything else! Bills, work, mini disasters at home - they are setting me WAY off this week. And I am finding it hard to concentrate at work for more than a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I feel like that may be more than a little factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process is very trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-8697567280662645612?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/8697567280662645612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=8697567280662645612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8697567280662645612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8697567280662645612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/05/writers-block.html' title='writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4611071495136597755</id><published>2008-05-07T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:14:01.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on May 5th, 2008 at 11:47 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4611071495136597755?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4611071495136597755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4611071495136597755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4611071495136597755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4611071495136597755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7616947110421300248</id><published>2008-04-30T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:51:22.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media hate'/><title type='text'>Such crap!</title><content type='html'>love that the AP writers get to hide behind "The Associated Press" rather than sign a name to an article like this one. An article clearly written by someone who doesn't have even a basic understanding of comic book superheroes and how they have evolved over the past 40 years. Most superheroes are no longer the pristine, flawless archetype, like the old days of Superman and Captain America, who were all-conscience, no-doubts and who could, for all intents and purposes, do no wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: &lt;br /&gt;"The classic superhero is polished, brave and morally righteous. Strong and unerring, he is perfection personified -- a superhuman ideal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this summer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is into comic books, or knows someone who is, knows that for decades they have been expounding on the human condition of many of the superhero characters they serialize. There have been countless "What Ifs" and Spin-offs of specific series and storylines, there have been new bad guys and new aspects of good guys. There have even been re-telling of entire stories from the beginning! And I don't even READ comic books! But I have at least four good friends who have been avid readers for years and I have picked all this up from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Iron Man," which opens Friday, stars Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark, a pompous, womanizing, hard-drinking genius whose superpowers come solely from a supercharged, weapons-filled suit he created from scratch. Without it, Stark is just another guy with issues -- not much of a stretch for the actor who's a veteran of both big screen and blotter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THIS just pisses me off because they not-so-much imply as much as state, straight out, that the role of Tony Stark isn't much of a stretch for Robert Downey, Jr., since he has had so much trouble in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. THE. FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone has experienced something doesn't make it any easier to recreate in a believable way. This is written by someone who has never performed an acting role in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this ass prints explanatory quotes from people involved about why things have evolved as they have in comic superhero-land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Often the problem with superheroes isn't that they're too human, but that they're not human enough, says (Kevin) Feige of Marvel Studios." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superman is conventionally and traditionally a Boy Scout, and that's often what makes him very difficult to relate with," (Producer Akiva Goldsman) says. "We identify more with people who are broken, people who are damaged. Those are the heroes who stick with us, the ones who are imperfect despite all their gifts, because everyone feels imperfect." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when real life is so chaotic -- with war, a faltering economy, fears of terrorism and a threatened environment -- relatable superheroes are even more valuable," (Iron Man Director Jon) Favreau says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's an abstract version of what our fears are, presented in a safe way, and we can be saved by a superhuman character," he says. "People want to see that type of thing when times are hard." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echoes Goldsman: "The world is often troubling and we often look for heroes to save the day. If only." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the person signed their name so I could write back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Not-A-Surprise front, Boss Guy is treating me like an idiot again.  It seems like A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G I take initiative on, he has to change or modify or second-guess or just outright reject.  I spent HOURS working on a PC distribution list for new PC's we just got.  Trying to distribute them according to how people use them and what kind of power they need.  Nope.  The list we made A YEAR AGO when we got the last round of PCs is the one we are going with.  That list leaves out a ton of people who really should be getting new PCs.  What-the-fuck-ever.  When people complain that they are not getting new PCs, that they are getting hand-me-downs that are 5 years old, I am going to point them right to Boss Guy and say he is "The Decider".  Asshole.  I'm a little pissed, can you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7616947110421300248?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7616947110421300248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7616947110421300248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7616947110421300248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7616947110421300248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/such-crap.html' title='Such crap!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6227770702029416632</id><published>2008-04-30T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:49:35.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>hate clothes shopping</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 28th, 2008 at 11:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two large sales this weekend. 40% off at lane bryant, 30% off at Avenue (the fat girl stores). So I go on Sunday, avoid eating lunch before shopping so I will be that much less full. I tried on about 8 shirts at Lane Bryant. I tried on about 10 at Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with ONE BLACK SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stretchy t-shirt. Plain, longer sleeves than your average t-shirt. No design, no fancy trim. Just a plain black t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a piss poor body image, I came home with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of bed, dressed and off to work this morning was a serious effort. Staying here all day will be a similar effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The shirt wasn't even included in the sale because it's some "right price" item.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6227770702029416632?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6227770702029416632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6227770702029416632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6227770702029416632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6227770702029416632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/hate-clothes-shopping.html' title='hate clothes shopping'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3436407104753271132</id><published>2008-04-30T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:48:08.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy BIrthday Buffy!</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 22nd, 2008 at 11:26 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday sweetie! Hope you have a great, stress-free day filled with fun and love! It was great that you didn't have a clue about your brunch! It makes the surprise so much better when a person doesn't find out! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we have gotten to be better friends this year! Patience and understanding are rare qualities, but you have them in spades (Heh, get it? Card joke!!) and you give them freely. Thanks for being a friend to me! :-) Hugs and smoochies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3436407104753271132?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3436407104753271132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3436407104753271132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3436407104753271132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3436407104753271132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-buffy.html' title='Happy BIrthday Buffy!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2724010684690953882</id><published>2008-04-30T15:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:47:06.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LARPing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>sunburn and chocolate cake</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 21st, 2008 at 4:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a TON OF FUN this weekend! WOOOOO! I also had some serious conversation, which is nice, and my brain needs it as well. So it was a good balance of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to End Of Seasons (Lione) and scripted. Got there as the sun was setting, which is nice and early. It was a nice and easy way to slip back into scripting as I knew I was leaving sometime saturday night to go up and stay with Anya for a brunch on Sunday. So I didn't have to pack the world. Got up there and saw several people I had not seen in some time - yay! Did the scripty thing. Did the hidey thing too, but got over that. Journaled a bit about it though. Maybe I will have an epiphany one of these days - even a small one would be nice. :-) Went to bed with everyone else at about 3:00 am. Watched a little of my new Christian Bale movie - Rescue Dawn. Rough movie. Vietnam POW. Ugh! Next morning, got up for breakfast (yay waffle maker!!) Then did the scripty thing for several hours. Took a much needed nap and did more scripty stuff. Ben was there (B not G) and so was Dell both days. It was nice to see him in a non-playing situation where we could take a few minutes to catch up on life. Like, how's your new infant son?! How is life with a baby and two dogs?! Heh. So that was a welcome thing. Puke showed up too, which I didn't know he had been doing lately. So I was pretty floored about that as well. And I got to see Brandy and Eric as well, who came Saturday to re-build a much-needed gate prop (yep, glad I wasn't playing!) So I did a LOT of catching up with long-time friends. Got to see and hang with Megan as well, which rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith and I left for Anya's house at dinnertime. In hindsight, a poor choice, as we were both basically ravenous when we got to Anya's. She said we were like gremlins when we got there. Heh, I wasn't seeing it because I was hungry, but looking back, yeah we were! We hugged and kissed and then stormed the kitchen for leftovers! After eating, the hanging (and showering) began. We hung out casual-like, and had strawberry shortcake for dessert-YUM! We just had girl talk time all evening until our eyelids were drooping and sleep was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning the mad morning rush was on to get ready and get kids, mother, BB, me and Faith out of the house on time for Buffy's surprise brunch, which was a total success! She was honestly surprised - YESSSS!! We were sure someone had spilled the beans (heh) to her or that she would see the cars in the parking lot. She did not, so we were victorious! A few unexpected faces were there, so that was nice. Got to see Gene and Shell, Rob, Janie, Karl and Allie, Caleb, Cliffy, Jim Pic, April's brother Evan and his wife and, of course, April and Shaun. Shaun's family was also there and that was where the kids had stayed the night before. We had a fine, brunchy time, while desperately missing the Chocolate Fountain, which was apparently out of order (damn them - don't they know that was why we did this?!) There were many stories and laughs and giggles. The kids did magic tricks for the adults. It was lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we retired back to April and Shaun's house for chatting, playing wiffle baseball with the kids and lots of Radiant talk. We strong-armed Jim into coming with us, since he was without car, and Cliffy, Evan, Anya, Faith and I also went over. We sat on the deck in the sun (hence the sunburn) talking while the kids ran around the yard burning off the maple syrup and waffles. There was much talk of the next Radiant event, of food, cabin decor and who might and might not be coming. We went out to the street to see Nolan ride his bike, training-wheel-free. He was great and you couldn't tell he had only learned the previous day. After a couple of hours Shaun and Cliffy left with Jim to take him home and go buy a phone for Shaun. Not long after that, BB also left, so that we girls could have girl time, which was what the brunch originally started out as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out for a little while and then April went inside. She came out with chocolate cake (with that gooey, fudgy filling) and four forks. WOOO! I actually said, "Now THIS is girl time!!" So we sat talking and ate the rest of the cake together. It was great! There were various mini-melodramas among the kids - who got whom upset, we were mean for laughing at them (we weren't), could we go to the park, knee scrapes, whining and cajoling. Finally, we went to the park closeby for about 45 minutes, let the kids burn off more energy and then went back to the house. Anya, Faith and I took off for Anya's house and then Faith drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a fun-filled weekend with friends. Overdue, for sure. And fulfilling as well. Smoochies to my peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2724010684690953882?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2724010684690953882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2724010684690953882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2724010684690953882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2724010684690953882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunburn-and-chocolate-cake.html' title='sunburn and chocolate cake'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4513735746569859384</id><published>2008-04-30T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:44:03.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LARPing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LiveJournal'/><title type='text'>weather...so...nice...clawing...eyes...out...to...get...out...of...here</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 18th, 2008 at 4:11 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out this morning to walk the poochies and did not need, nor want, a sweater, jacket, or other additional layer. WOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a coat-free day! Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, here I sit. At 4:12 pm on a Friday. Friday of a larp event. Where the weather is actually going to be decent (meaning not a blizzard, hurricane or arctic freeze). And I am DYINGTOGETOUTOFHEREGODDAMMIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I think that I have no melanin in my legs. I think this because even the Jergens lotion that you put on and get a gradual gentle tan over several days is NOT BRINGING OUT ANY DAMN COLOR ON THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have I used quite enough caps and exclamation points? I'm not done yet, folks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my legs are pretty, because they aren't. And by not pretty I mean, I have a terrible scratching habit and they are laden with scars because of it. So it's not like I want to wear a short skirt or anything. I would, however, like to wear one of the 3 pairs of pants I have that are slightly cropped. I would like to wear them without applying makeup on my lower legs, which it looks like I will have to do anyway, or wear socks. I mean, come on folks! InStyle magazine recommended this stuff as a "Beauty Best Buy" in their annual '135 Best Beauty Buys' issue!! I even bought the MEDIUM skin tone one, because I am so damn pale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:21 now. Feet tapping restlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another totally unrelated note, I wish I had a CLUE about LJ templates and how to design one, or understand ANYTHING about them other than, "hey, that looks cute." I was looking at the templates again today to see about changing mine again and I just have no idea what it all means. There is a template NAME, but then there is a STYLE NAME that the template is created for, and there is a person who created it. You go into the create section and there are pages of stuff about the styles and I assume that is all how to make one information. But I haven't got the slightest idea what it all means. So for those of you that know me and think I am all that and a bag of chips on computers, not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going to get off here, get my shit together, hope SysAdmin guy decides to leave early as the BossGuy has already left and goddamnit it's Friday and its' NICE OUTSIDE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, ya'll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4513735746569859384?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4513735746569859384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4513735746569859384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4513735746569859384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4513735746569859384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/weathersoniceclawingeyesouttogetoutofhe.html' title='weather...so...nice...clawing...eyes...out...to...get...out...of...here'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3681905317499490104</id><published>2008-04-30T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:42:04.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>DUMB DAY</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 16th, 2008 at 3:19 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SysAdmin is having a "Dumb Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I call it when he repeatedly asks stupid questions or makes stupid assumptions or does stupid things. REPEATEDLY. Usually it's one-a-day or something like that. And sometimes the stupid things he does are only m-i-l-d-l-y stupid. Like it could possibly just be an honest mistake (except that I know him well enough that it's not a MISTAKE, it's stupidity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But HOLY SHIT, DUH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to walk outside and just keep going to my car today. It is just non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was working on an issue that I already did the troubleshooting and resolution for, that he decided he had to troubleshoot all over again because it is happening to another party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was a sudden server issue that really came out of nowhere. Our file server had a giant hiccup, causing access to it to be interrupted for our entire building. Well, no sooner do I send out an e-mail saying we are having an unspecified issue (we had not yet figured out it was only the file server,) then he is REBOOTING THE BOX! DURING BUSINESS HOURS! WITHOUT NOTIFYING THE USERS FIRST! Because he could not access it through remote desktop or on the machine itself. No discussing and agreeing saying, our only option is to reboot, no letting me get people off it first, no asking users to save their work. Just - POOF! - rebooted. I guess he is the SysAdmin, he can do that. Right. Sure. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he took the liberty of putting a document - that we do not produce and that contains a setup password that may or may not change - on a shared folder. Without asking my co-worker, who controls the distribution of that setup document when he receives it. And without asking the department that produces the document if that is okay with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't remember the correct driving reason behind why we wanted to replace our remote access client (our version is End-Of-Life and only has limited support).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few moments ago, he asked another very stupid question about something that we have covered in the past. I just don't understand why he doesn't remember this shit. It's elementary!! First level stuff! WAY under the level that he should have knowledge of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me during my evaluation last week that we need to utilize a knowledgebase because "not everyone has a memory like a steel trap" gesturing towards me. He knows he has shit for memory. HOW on earth did he ever become a SysAdmin?! You have to know your network and know the machines and the stats and the history and all that shit. Sure, you don't have to know it all from memory. But you shouldn't have to consult your notes every time you deal with the same issue over and over. Hell, I would be happy if he DID consult his notes! At least he would appear organized, like he knows he has a bad memory and only needs a second to review his notes. Make an effort!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so done with him today!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3681905317499490104?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3681905317499490104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3681905317499490104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3681905317499490104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3681905317499490104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/dumb-day.html' title='DUMB DAY'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7506383351359734665</id><published>2008-04-15T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:26:13.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wendela!</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 14th, 2008 at 10:51 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a formal Happy Motherfuckin' Birthday to my oldest friend, Wendy!  By "oldest", I mean that this year, Wendy and I will have known each other for 35 (yes, THIRTY-FIVE) years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000dd20/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000dd20/s320x240" width="237" height="240" border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met on the corner of 146th Street and Booth Memorial Avenue in Flushing, Queens.  The story goes that I was 3 and she was 4 and I am not sure how we were both on the corner, but it was soon after she had moved directly across the street from me.  It was a kind of, "Hi, I'm Linda," "Hi, I'm Wendy," "Let's be friends," "Ok," sort of thing.  We have been friends ever since then!  There was a brief, summer-long period of turmoil when a third friend caused friction between us, but that was way back in 1981 and long since forgotten.  We have gone through times when we didn't get in touch for several months, or a year, and didn't see each other for a couple of years at a time.  But as soon as we saw each other we would always say hi the same way, by jumping up and down hugging because we were so happy to see each other again!  It was never an issue that we didn't see each other or talk all the time.  We would pick up just where we left off, catching each other up on our lives and our families' lives.We lived right across the street from each other for 9 years.  When my family moved an hour north of NYC, she would come to visit me for a week or two at a time in the summer and we would try to swing a school vacation during the school year as well.  I went to her brother's wedding and she was my maid of honor when I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And four(ish) years ago, she was looking to move out of NYC (finally!) and happened to use my new home in RI as a stopover for a visit to a friend in MA.  I took advantage of the time and took her around the interesting Providence sites and somehow got her to fall in love with the state enough that within a year she was living here, 2 1/2 miles from my house!  It was, and still is, weird (but great!) to be living so close again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the same age for a month and a half every year, and then she leaps another year forward.  So, Wendy, Bi Buv Boo and wish you a happy, happy birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB,&lt;br /&gt;Blinbla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how long we have been friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000c6g3/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000c6g3/s320x240" width="299" height="240" border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000afxc/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000afxc/s320x240" width="307" height="240" border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7506383351359734665?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7506383351359734665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7506383351359734665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7506383351359734665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7506383351359734665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-wendela.html' title='Happy Birthday Wendela!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-5946132801791426148</id><published>2008-04-15T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:45:27.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Pandas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIN'/><title type='text'>Rock and Roll!!!</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 12th, 2008 at 11:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to play Rock Band last night with Louli and company. It was tons of fun! What's the first song that comes on? The Perfect Drug - only my favorite NIN song ever. Micki was singing, but didn't know the song, so they tossed me the mic and I sang the rest. WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry about rubbing my butt against you."&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Shelter&lt;br /&gt;Conversations followed by appropriate song lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Shelter&lt;br /&gt;The Mystery Request Set&lt;br /&gt;Evil drummer guy&lt;br /&gt;Beer + southern rock = Aaron sings!&lt;br /&gt;Grateful Dead downloads need to be deleted!&lt;br /&gt;Playing until 2am!! WOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time, hope to do it again soon!! WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-5946132801791426148?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/5946132801791426148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=5946132801791426148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5946132801791426148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5946132801791426148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-and-roll.html' title='Rock and Roll!!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6576350541059077175</id><published>2008-04-15T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:42:27.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>the hits just keep on coming</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 11th at 9:55 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not yet 10:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SysAdmin guy, along with an outside consultant from a computer place (that should KNOW BETTER!) decided to bring up the second NIC on a production server for a hosted application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without telling his help desk staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when everyone in the application gets bumped out and can't get back in, he says, "Oh, guess that didn't work," with a dumb smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There just aren't words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6576350541059077175?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6576350541059077175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6576350541059077175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6576350541059077175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6576350541059077175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/hits-just-keep-on-coming.html' title='the hits just keep on coming'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6835073611957116692</id><published>2008-04-10T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:36:12.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>nickel and dimed</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to complain.  Because I know I am going to get an increase of 3.5% of my salary.  Everyone here is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6835073611957116692?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6835073611957116692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6835073611957116692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6835073611957116692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6835073611957116692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/nickel-and-dimed.html' title='nickel and dimed'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2283639898022390746</id><published>2008-04-10T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:10:41.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Oxymoron</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 09, 2008 at 10:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the SysAdmin sends out an e-mail to an Executive Assistant asking if, rather than e-mailing a new (70KB) excel file for the phone list every month - with everyone saving that new file and printing it, the assistant could just save the (70KB) file to a Shared folder on the network and send the LOCATION of the (70KB) file. That way we don't have a hundred copies of the same 70KB file taking up space on our network. Because that would be like 700KB of data needlessly taking up space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, SysAdmin has ME contacting the vendor for our Remote Access client to obtain their quote for a new version of their software, installation and two days of onsite training. I am also supposed to schedule the training and make sure to get an agenda/itinerary for it to make sure that the issues we need covered are included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE...is the manager. &lt;br /&gt;I...am the Help Desk tech. &lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with this picture? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: I just had to show him how to use THE PAPER SHREDDER!!! And then he grumbled, half-joking, under his breath, "all this new technology..." AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I told him it scared me to hear him say that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2283639898022390746?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2283639898022390746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2283639898022390746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2283639898022390746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2283639898022390746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/oxymoron.html' title='Oxymoron'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6370019516563762856</id><published>2008-04-10T16:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:08:32.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Tapping my friends.....</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 09, 2008 at 10:01 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who knows how to find out in advance when a certain person (Christian Bale) might be scheduled to appear on any of the New York talk shows like Conan, Letterman or any other one that films in New York City?  And on top of that, how does a person obtain tickets for the particular show when a certain person (Christian Bale) would be appearing on that show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just askin', cuz, y'know, I have some resourceful and connected friends and I am thinking that there must be some way (Christian Bale) that I can get tickets to one of these shows when they start doing the promo and publicity for The Dark Knight (Christian Bale) and I was thinking probably the only way I would ever be in any kind of vicinity with Christian Bale (Christian Bale) ever in my life is if I was able to maybe attend one of those talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....friends....anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6370019516563762856?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6370019516563762856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6370019516563762856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6370019516563762856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6370019516563762856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/tapping-my-friends.html' title='Tapping my friends.....'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1767800334740763179</id><published>2008-04-10T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:05:53.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witchblade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!!!!!  WITCHBLADE ON DVD!</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 08, 2008 at 3:33 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest friend in the whole wide world just sent me an e-mail to tell me that finally, after SEVEN LONG YEARS, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00170LCWC/ref=reg_hu-wl_item-added"&gt;Witchblade will finally be released on DVD in July of this year!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/000097g0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/000097g0/s320x240" width="317" height="240" border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-to-the-motherfucking-HOO!!  I cannot explain just how excited I am about this!  I religiously taped every episode of this unfairly cancelled series!  I have them all lovingly stored on my VHS tapes.  I don't even watch them very often because I was afraid of wearing out the tapes.  I thought that it was a lost cause to think this would ever be released on DVD.  I thought that whatever the bad blood was with this show being cancelled was just not ever going to allow for it to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I even speak it?  Maybe there will even be some marketing with this and they might actually release.....action figures....  *shhh*  Let's not jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We few, we happy few fans of this show, shall now revel in it's digital glow from the TV screen, night after night.  YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1767800334740763179?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1767800334740763179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1767800334740763179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1767800334740763179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1767800334740763179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-witchblade-on-dvd.html' title='FINALLY!!!!!!!!  WITCHBLADE ON DVD!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3615014594753620900</id><published>2008-04-07T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:20:00.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Do as I say...</title><content type='html'>You know what I love? I love that my SysAdmin takes TOTAL advantage when the Boss Guy is out of the office for any reason. Wednesdays, Boss Guy leaves early to coach his kid's wrestling team. Every Wed, SysAdmin leaves early too. This week Boss Guy is in California at a conference until Thursday. Today, SysAdmin guy got in at 1:30 (dentist appts for his kids.) And he left at 5:00 pm on the dot! How much you wanna bet that tomorrow he is in late and leaves early? I would bet big money on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when I turn in my time card with 45 fucking minutes of overtime on it, for the evening I rebooted a server FROM HOME, at 11:00 PM AT NIGHT, I get questioned on it by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This toolbag is going to sit in on my review next Thursday too. We'll see how that goes. I rated myself Meets Expectations on some things, but Exceeds on a handful too, with good reason, I say. I am betting that Boss Guy knocks them all down to Meets and gives me a 3.5% cost of living increase. I am going to have to take issue with that considering he has been giddy lately at all the money our department is getting to purchase equipment and how easily he has gotten it all approved in comparison to last year. And he as much as SAID that ease is because of me and my co-worker and all our hard work over the past year. So he better put that money where his mouth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3615014594753620900?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3615014594753620900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3615014594753620900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3615014594753620900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3615014594753620900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-as-i-say.html' title='Do as I say...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-5875730808203951472</id><published>2008-04-06T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:05:15.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Another Pleasant Valley Sunday</title><content type='html'>The weather has been disappointing this weekend. We were hoping to have a nice sunny afternoon to be able to take the pooches to the dog park. We took them anyway yesterday, and they ended up having a fine old time and thoroughly tiring themselves out. But the small dog side of the park was woefully empty with only three other dogs in it the whole time we were there. The big dog side was hopping with probably as many as twenty and as few as fifteen dogs at a time in there. I even took Rogue over there to get her some play time, but no one paid her any mind and for some reason, she just stood around sniffing the ground rather than play. So I brought her back over to the small dog side and then another person showed up with their puppy that my pooches played with the rest of the time we were there. It was a Lhasa-poo and was grey and awfully cute. Rogue had a fine time chasing him around and rolling him a few times. Then Storm ran after them too and there was much running and charging each other. It was cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather was just as disappointing. Just blah out there. I headed out to get the paper and refill my allergy med. But came back home and crawled back into bed with the puppies to snuggle some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these lists in my head of things to do around the house. But then I have this nagging, why bother, feeling. Half the things I want to list cost money that I don't have to spare. The other half, I just don't have the energy or motivation to do. I dunno. I am going to make the list this week. I will see what I can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stuff to do, I need to put the laundry in the dryer. Sorry for the intrusion of the mundane, but it's gotta get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-5875730808203951472?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/5875730808203951472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=5875730808203951472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5875730808203951472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5875730808203951472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-pleasant-valley-sunday.html' title='Another Pleasant Valley Sunday'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1133100265886974684</id><published>2008-04-06T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:03:23.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Open Letter to Spring</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 4th, 2008 at 5:34 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Spring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back. Leave your friend Winter back at his house. We like him and everything, but he is sort of wearing out his welcome and trying too hard to be like you and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make us some lovely tea and cookies....please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;All of us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1133100265886974684?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1133100265886974684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1133100265886974684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1133100265886974684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1133100265886974684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/open-letter-to-spring.html' title='Open Letter to Spring'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-79638306636957387</id><published>2008-04-02T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:23:19.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Being happy it's Spring!</title><content type='html'>SPRING PEEPERS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard them last night for the first time this year! Woo!!! That means it has been warm enough for enough days in a row to hatch those little eggs and let them little tree froggies out to climb up and do their little peepin' best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Spring Peepers. Really, anything that can make a "peep" sound natually has got the cute factor going for it. Plus, they're FROGS!! And frogs are cute. And they peep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. I'm silly. I think I have probably posted about the damn spring peepers every year I have had this blog. I will have to check back to see, but my money's on yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see many crocus around here, but the daffydils are up, though not blooming yet, in the patches outside work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these years, I will actually plant some crocus bulbs outside my house. Of course, that would require me to get the leaves off the ground before it snows so that when spring comes, the bulbs aren't covered with a layer of leaves 3 inches thick. How is it that a baseball player can make 23 million dollars for standing there hitting a ball and running around for 8 months a year, and not even every day, and people like us have to work 40-plus hours a week to take home less than two-tenths of a percent of that amount while we try and keep our houses clean and repaired, our cars working, our yards mowed and raked, our families fed, our bills paid, our bosses happy while also not letting our appearance become TOO slapped together between hair, clothing and skin care?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was a high-to-low post. Heh. Sorry about that.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-79638306636957387?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/79638306636957387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=79638306636957387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/79638306636957387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/79638306636957387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-happy-its-spring.html' title='Being happy it&apos;s Spring!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1013140821969069423</id><published>2008-04-02T13:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:21:38.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fools'/><title type='text'>April Fools Day!</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on April 1st, 2008 at at 02:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this day on the Internets!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Google and check out Vir-gle. That is SO COOL!!!!! Read the whole thing. Don't skim. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Google type in April Fools and click NEWS. I love the pranks that happen in the media and on the web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me smile and giggle. So far I like Vir-gle the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are not pranked, but that someone makes you laugh today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I am trying to feel better myself as I have been having, um, tummy issues for the past few days that have me feeling pretty crappy and uncomfortable. So smiling and laughing today will help me get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1013140821969069423?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1013140821969069423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1013140821969069423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1013140821969069423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1013140821969069423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7965107951602905150</id><published>2008-04-02T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:20:11.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LiveJournal'/><title type='text'>Inspired by Jenny - American novels in high school</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on March 31st, 2008 at 03:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after reading and replying to Anya today on &lt;a href="http://marlowethebard.livejournal.com/110555.html"&gt;her LJ post&lt;/a&gt; concerning American Literature and authors, I began remembering stuff I read and didn't read in high school, specifically American Literature. I remember that I did NOT have to read a lot of what other classes read. I was not in honors classes or AP, though I easily could have been (I just chose not to apply myself more - sad really....) But my classes just ended up not having to read a lot of those books you hear about everyone having to read and hating every second of it. I read quite a few that I loved, but some of the "classic" ones, I have never read to this day. Here's a list I found on, of all things, the INTERNET!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;The Scarlet Letter - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird - Read it, LOVED it, STILL love this book and the story makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;The Red Badge of Courage - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gatsby - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;The Grapes of Wrath - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;Call of the Wild - I think I might have read this, memory of it hazy, might have read at home&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Man: A Novel - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;A Farewell to Arms - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit 451 - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;1984 - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;Catcher in the Rye - Never read it&lt;br /&gt;A Separate Peace - Read it, loved this story too&lt;br /&gt;Of Mice and Men - Read it, saw the play and the movie, love this story and hate it all at once&lt;br /&gt;The Glass Menagerie - Read it, have ambivalent feelings about Tennesee Williams. His plays all have very screwed up women in them and that sits oddly with me.&lt;br /&gt;Alive - Read it, was fascinated by it since it was true.&lt;br /&gt;Death Of A Salesman - Read it, was not impressed, liked the play better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do George Orwell, Ken Kesey (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest), Stephen King, Jack Kerouac, John Irving, Hemingway, or any notable Science Fiction (Heinlein, Asimov, Vonnegut, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did any of you read any of these in high school and did you like them, hate them? Did you read anything else that you liked, hated, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the subject of American Literature at this point. I may have to do one of these on British Literature, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am pretty sure most of them are by Americans, I may be off on one or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7965107951602905150?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7965107951602905150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7965107951602905150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7965107951602905150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7965107951602905150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspired-by-jenny-american-novels-in.html' title='Inspired by Jenny - American novels in high school'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-8228480847403055391</id><published>2008-03-30T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:57:46.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Weekend Too Short</title><content type='html'>As usual, this weekend was too short. It's already Sunday night and I wish I had a day or two more off. I got stuff accomplished this weekend. I got some non-toxic cleaner stuff and cleaned the upstairs bathroom. It worked well, and smells WONDERFUL! Mrs. Meyers Clean Day cleaners. I also went out and did some yard work today. It's so overwhelming! There is so much to rake and bag and seed and water and mow and rake some more. But I am starting at least. Maybe before summer I will have the leaves all picked up. I wish I had $600 dollars to buy a walk-behind yard vac. I have a leaf blower/vac, but we just have SO much more than I think that thing can handle vacuuming up and mulching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of topics to write about this week. One is an idea from an article I read this week. The other is sort of an article. I am hoping to write a draft of an article and then hone it and...I dunno. I would love to be able to write semi-professionally. I dunno. Maybe I will write the article and try and see if anyone would want to publish it. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my weekend. How was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-8228480847403055391?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/8228480847403055391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=8228480847403055391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8228480847403055391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8228480847403055391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-too-short.html' title='Weekend Too Short'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7415236469107287444</id><published>2008-03-27T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:26:35.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Hope for this country...</title><content type='html'>This is exactly the type of thing that I would LIKE TO SEE AND READ ABOUT IN THE NEWS EVERY DAMN DAY!!! This is the type of thing that renews my faith that most people are good. And honestly, I think if we heard about and read more news like this, it would inspire more people to take that extra step for a stranger every day. Maybe not give a kidney, but smile and say thank you, or let the car in front of you go first, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/03/27/heroes.andersen/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are more people out there that would do things like this than we all think. But tragedy, death, murder and bad news SELLS, so that is what the news outlets report larger and more prominently than stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going to write a letter. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7415236469107287444?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7415236469107287444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7415236469107287444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7415236469107287444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7415236469107287444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/hope-for-this-country.html' title='Hope for this country...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2226268376062345360</id><published>2008-03-27T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:24:48.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jenny!!!</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on March 25th, 2008 at 10:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To one of the strongest, most cheery, giving, hardworking and beautiful women I know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your birthday be lovely and wonderful. May you get many birthday wishes and at least one Very Cool Present. May this be the beginning of a productive year of progress for you in every way - personally, professionally, spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that there are people in your life that love you and appreciate you and always think that, even with all your foibles, you do a great job living a pretty damn good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sweetie! SMOOCHIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2226268376062345360?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2226268376062345360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2226268376062345360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2226268376062345360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2226268376062345360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-jenny.html' title='Happy Birthday Jenny!!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4441081389856915330</id><published>2008-03-24T23:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:38:14.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sensitive system</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on March 24, 2008, 23:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, without warning, I get sensitive.  In the belly.  So I take many trips.  To the bathroom.  I hate when this happens.  It's annoying, to say the least.  And painful and exhausting.  After these "episodes", I feel like I got hit by a mack truck, or repeatedly punched in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting last night, I had an "episode".  I have no idea if it was food or a one day bug or what.  So I stayed home today, after being up several times overnight and continuing this morning.  After things finally calmed down, I slept like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that Immodium Advanced, the chewable kind, is a gift from the gods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am off to bed.  Here's hoping this doesn't happen again for a long time!!&lt;span style="display: block;" id="currentdate" class="float-left"&gt;&lt;span id="currentdate-date"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4441081389856915330?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4441081389856915330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4441081389856915330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4441081389856915330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4441081389856915330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/sensitive-system.html' title='Sensitive system'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1657626936230209113</id><published>2008-03-24T23:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:37:17.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Pandas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Favorite Easter cartoon ever</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on March, 21, 2008, 16:51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Easter to everyone!! Woo, chocolate bunnies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/00007sfc/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/00007sfc/s320x240" alt="" border="0" height="240" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-R-I-D-A-Y!!! WOO WOO WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am going to sing in a karaoke studio thingy tonight. And try to avoid being recorded (no offense, girls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then tomorrow, the Sexy Pandas reunite and continue the ZOO TOUR!! ROCK ON BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1657626936230209113?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1657626936230209113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1657626936230209113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1657626936230209113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1657626936230209113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-happy-easter-to-everyone-woo.html' title='Favorite Easter cartoon ever'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4794110538202039620</id><published>2008-03-20T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:23:05.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>posty post post</title><content type='html'>I lack much to post about, so I write just to fill up some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone!! How is your day going? What is making you smile today? What is making you pissed off? Let's share!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to the internets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4794110538202039620?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4794110538202039620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4794110538202039620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4794110538202039620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4794110538202039620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/posty-post-post.html' title='posty post post'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1750218643786847998</id><published>2008-03-19T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:07:46.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LiveJournal'/><title type='text'>not right...in the head</title><content type='html'>So here's how you know something's wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make tentative plans with a friend that then become solid. You are going to hang out for a weekend, but not the entire weekend, because the last day of the weekend the friend has family stuff to do. No biggie. The friend can arrive anytime because they are not tied down to a departure time. Loose plans are made to do fun things, but nothing specific or rock-solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week, you get an IM from another friend mentioning something about hanging our this weekend. Just as you are about to say you have plans with visiting friend, they ask if you got the e-mail. So you say no and go check your e-mail. You have an e-mail from a different friend saying something about the friend who is coming to spend time with you (and the one that just IM'd you) wanting to spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where things go awry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first thought is: Well, if she wanted to go hang out with that other friend, why did she accept MY invitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you re-read the e-mail and see that you are also invited, as you are included on the e-mail and also asked if you have other plans already with the visiting friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your next thought is: They all obviously already MADE plans to hang out with each other last weekend when they all spent time together. I was not involved in those plans, nor was I told about them when I spoke to visiting friend. So it seems I am an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to work through these thoughts and figure out why you feel this way. Clearly a gut reaction. Clearly not entirely rational. But it's the way you feel. You feel like visiting friend doesn't really want to spend time with you, she wants to spend time with the other friends. And the only reason they asked you along was because visiting friend told them she was going to be visiting you. So leaving you out wouldn't be very polite. You try to think about how you could decline and they could go on their merry way and have their desired night out. You feel tiny and unimportant. You feel somehow rejected. It all makes little sense, but it makes total sense. In your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you write about it in your LiveJournal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1750218643786847998?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1750218643786847998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1750218643786847998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1750218643786847998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1750218643786847998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-rightin-head.html' title='not right...in the head'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2111778580778599065</id><published>2008-03-19T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:40:42.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freecycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>A few updates on stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reducing dosage of meds to wean off them is not fun.  Headaches, nausea, diarrhea - these are just a few of the fun symptoms.  Oh yeah, and falling asleep at my desk.  That's fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is TOMORROW, people!  Let's stop now with the freezing rain and the 30 degrees, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama. Dra-mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs get pissed off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still work for someone who knows less than I do.  Yesterday I told him how to install Windows Updates on a Terminal Server.  Granted, we had the Auto Update Service disabled.  But all I did was follow the instructions on the Windows Update page when it would not load my updates.  It told me to set the service to Auto and Start it.  So I did.  Lo and behold - it worked.  He did not do this.  He thought he would have to make some group policy or some complicated crap like that.  Apparently he has never heard of Ockham's Razor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will own a tiny little kitten and name it "Nugget".  Or maybe I will name my next dog that name instead.  Either way, it's a painfully cute name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Mills is certifiably insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker is going to incite homicidal rage in me if he keeps listening to the John Denver/Gordon Lightfoot/Edelweiss/Ave Maria/Don't Cry For Me Argentina streaming radio channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander has one of those lives you just can't make up.  Between delivery truck accidents, psycho girlfriends and being kicked to the curb while visiting a friend - it's really book material!  He should write a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take a nap right now, under my desk.  Just an hour, that's all I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freecycle.org/"&gt;Freecycle&lt;/a&gt; is a great concept, but I think too many people use it as their personal yard sale to get rid of CRAP, not give away perfectly good usable stuff because they no longer need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a day on here.  I need to stop missing days and just post every damn day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore updates presently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2111778580778599065?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2111778580778599065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2111778580778599065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2111778580778599065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2111778580778599065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3696773364554390641</id><published>2008-03-19T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:38:38.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>Rainbow kitty</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on March 17, 2008, 09:57 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am driving to work this morning and I get into the city.  I end up at a light behind a car that has this sticker on the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000660x/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/0000660x" width="145" height="145" border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could think (whether it's because I am dead tired or just my normal morning pokeyness) was....do they have "gay cat" stickers now?  Does that mean her cat is gay?  Rainbow kitty?  Gay kitty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take a picture of it with my phone, but my ineptitude shone brightly as I gazed upon the lovely picture of my dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got here and decided to look it up on Google and find a picture to add here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes my brain hurt....gay kitty sticker.  *insert creeped out noises here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3696773364554390641?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3696773364554390641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3696773364554390641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3696773364554390641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3696773364554390641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/rainbow-kitty.html' title='Rainbow kitty'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3746178179006290302</id><published>2008-03-15T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:37:03.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LiveJournal'/><title type='text'>UN-satisfied</title><content type='html'>Nothing like a trip to the clothing store to motivate me to lose weight.  I really cannot explain it any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying visiting here in NJ.  I also remembered that I need to write up some stuff on the popular social networking websites for my sister-in-law.  I will be starting working on that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3746178179006290302?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3746178179006290302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3746178179006290302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3746178179006290302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3746178179006290302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-satisfied.html' title='UN-satisfied'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4935682448530823747</id><published>2008-03-14T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:26:05.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Puppy withdrawal</title><content type='html'>So I am visiting my brother for the weekend and we could not bring the pups.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has a small bebbe and our littlest pup still does the snappy thing sometimes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus she is still not 100% housebroken and they don’t want puppy pee (or ANY pee) on the floor that the bebbe will be rolling around on (not quite crawling yet, but close!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So I am missing my puppies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would like to be in bed with them snuggling next to me right this very minute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would like to sleep in late tomorrow with one tucked up behind my knees as I sleep on my side, and when I turn over to the other side, see the other one with her head poked out of the covers sleeping like a little person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’ll live.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But I do think I am going to head to bed just about now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up about every hour on the hour last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;12:00 am, 1:00 am, 2:30 am, 3:30 am, 4:30 am and 6:00 am before my alarm went off at 7:30 am. What. The. Fuck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I am goddamn tired AND cranky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;SO!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With that, I sign off and go to sleepy-sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4935682448530823747?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4935682448530823747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4935682448530823747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4935682448530823747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4935682448530823747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/puppy-withdrawal.html' title='Puppy withdrawal'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7489327475821544752</id><published>2008-03-13T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:40:48.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><title type='text'>Coping with life</title><content type='html'>Today, this week, I am coping.  Getting by.  Dealing with it.  My brain is not working the way it should and I am having a pretty steady dialogue with myself about it this week.  No, not schizophrenic dialog.  I'm not hearing voices.  I am just keeping it together by having little chats with my wacky brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meds are not so wonderful things sometimes.  Time for a new one.  That's what this is all about.  Wean off one, try another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flargen blarg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7489327475821544752?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7489327475821544752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7489327475821544752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7489327475821544752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7489327475821544752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/coping-with-life.html' title='Coping with life'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6920687765487584616</id><published>2008-03-12T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:32:15.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>It's not fiction, I can't make this up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actual excerpt from e-mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Names and company have been changed. Per normal, the e-mail chain starts at the bottom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: me&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, March 12, 2008 2:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Sysadmin&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, check her signature. new employee, started Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;IT Helpdesk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: SysAdmin&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, March 12, 2008 2:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: me&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;SysAdmin&lt;br /&gt;Systems Administrator&lt;br /&gt;IT Department&lt;br /&gt;Company Name&lt;br /&gt;Company Address&lt;br /&gt;Office:401-555-1111&lt;br /&gt;Cell: 401-555-1111&lt;br /&gt;SysAdmin@thiscompany.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: me&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, March 12, 2008 2:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: SysAdmin&lt;br /&gt;Subject: FW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to add her to the FM_Staff group for her to get this access, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;IT Helpdesk&lt;br /&gt;(phone number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Jane New-Employee&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, March 12, 2008 2:16 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: me&lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT - I am trying to schedule a conference room and it is coming back undeliverable saying no access allowed. Can you please look into and hook me up. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane New-Employee, Project Manager&lt;br /&gt;Department Name&lt;br /&gt;Company Name and Address&lt;br /&gt;Providence, RI 00000-0000&lt;br /&gt;401-555-1234&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6920687765487584616?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6920687765487584616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6920687765487584616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6920687765487584616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6920687765487584616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-fiction-i-cant-make-this-up.html' title='It&apos;s not fiction, I can&apos;t make this up!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-8754512843071928717</id><published>2008-03-11T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:04:22.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><title type='text'>ID-EEE-OT!!!</title><content type='html'>(insert string of expletives here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cheese and crackers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SysAdmin strikes again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask him a simple question.  He and some other people got new laptop setups (docking station, monitor, keyboard, etc.) to replace their regular desktop PC.  I ran a report last week and the CPU speed showed as 777MHz.  I ran the same report today and now the CPU speed shows as 1994MHz.  The other four identical laptops we got at exactly the same time are still showing as 777MHz.  So I sent him an e-mail (mind you he sits RIGHT NEXT TO ME, with half cube walls and all, but we e-mail each other all the time) asking him how he increased the speed, and maybe we should do it to the other laptops too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts this back and forth with me like I am the goddamned Spanish Inquisition ("No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!")  He asks me what do I mean; then if I am referring to "overclocking" or an incorrect speed setting; and then whether I am referring specifically to him or to all the laptops; that his laptop has not been on the network since last week; that our remote network management tool must be reading wrong; and finally that he didn't do anything to the machine that would have changed the CPU speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SENT HIM THE LINES IN MY EXCEL REPORT SHOWING THE FIRST ENTRY AND THEN THE SECOND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when he told me he didn't do anything that would have changed the CPU speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHO DID?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has had their hands on this laptop since we imaged it....except YOU.  So, um, it would stand to reason, that, um, YOU DID IT - inadvertantly or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fucking guy......what a maroon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-8754512843071928717?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/8754512843071928717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=8754512843071928717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8754512843071928717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8754512843071928717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/id-eee-ot.html' title='ID-EEE-OT!!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3965583562172117650</id><published>2008-03-10T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:06:47.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Yeah. This makes me happy.</title><content type='html'>Guess what we are drinking along with our 8 daily 8oz. glasses of water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/03/10/pharma.water1.ap/index.html"&gt;DRUGS!!!  Woo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the "fun", get-you-high-as-a-kite kind. Nope. We are getting tiny doses of anti-convulsants, mood stablilizers, antibiotics, cholesterol and heart medications. Of course, there is no *IMMEDIATE* danger from all of this. So don't worry, be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, obviously long term studies on this have not been done. Mainly because they only recently got a clue to test our drinking water for things like this. But the short term lab tests indicate kidney development issues, breast cancer effects, etc. Read the article. It's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Not only does drinking bottled water cost a lot of money and create more landfill waste, but the drug traces could be in that special bottled water too!! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to love my government for this? F-D-A = FOOD AND DRUG ADMINISTRATION. It's their job to find things like this and stop them from happening or remedy the situation to prevent the American people from harm. Yeah, I'm an idealist. I would like my government to do what they say they are going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3965583562172117650?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3965583562172117650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3965583562172117650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3965583562172117650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3965583562172117650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-this-makes-me-happy.html' title='Yeah. This makes me happy.'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2182029149359260100</id><published>2008-03-09T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:11:14.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Spring Forward aka: lose an hour!</title><content type='html'>So this weekend we sprung forward, thus losing an hour.  An hour of sleep, an hour of life, an hour of whatever.  I know why they do it, but its still a weird concept.  As weird as changing time zones when you actually drive through them.  Suddenly, its an hour earlier.  Just a second ago, it was 9:00 pm and now its 8:00 pm.  It is a pretty surreal feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got much more than that.  The work week is beginning again tomorrow.  *sigh*  I wish I had a boatload of time off from work.  I am just generally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing, I went to a wake today.  The wife of someone at work.  Very nice guy from the trades shops.  She was 57 and died in her sleep.  Probably congestive heart failure, but the husband didn't want to have an autopsy.  Sad though.  She was not sick or anything, though she had some health issues.  I just felt very sad for him.  Nicest guy.  Saw a bunch of people from work there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes you think, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2182029149359260100?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2182029149359260100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2182029149359260100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2182029149359260100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2182029149359260100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-forward-aka-lose-hour.html' title='Spring Forward aka: lose an hour!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-9007244166959970868</id><published>2008-03-09T01:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:13:52.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>whipping wind</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on March 6th, 2008 at 10:56 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March coming in like a lion once again.  I went out to give my pups a bathroom break and ended up taking them on a nice walk because it was so damn warm outside!  This weather is bizarre.  It was pouring rain since last night around 9pm.  Then today, it got very warm, must have been almost 60 degrees.  The wind has been so loud it's like a truck driving by the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for spring to be here in full force.  I would like to put my winter coat away and think about painting my toenails again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some puppy snuggling and sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-9007244166959970868?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/9007244166959970868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=9007244166959970868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/9007244166959970868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/9007244166959970868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/whipping-wind.html' title='whipping wind'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4777375718354349399</id><published>2008-03-06T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:42:27.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music - yeah!!!</title><content type='html'>Driving to work this morning, I was treated to the following songs, in order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ramones - Roch'n'Roll High School&lt;br /&gt;The B-52's - Rock Lobster&lt;br /&gt;Falco - Rock Me Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Cypress Hill - Rock Superstar&lt;br /&gt;The Clash - Rock The Casbah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love WBRU so much because they are truly independent.  They still have a playlist and play a lot of the same "popular" alternative-rock songs fairly frequently.  But they also do things like this.  This week, they are doing an A to Z week, where they are playing their entire Playlist, from A to Z.  I have to get a list of the songs, because they fucking rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4777375718354349399?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4777375718354349399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4777375718354349399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4777375718354349399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4777375718354349399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-yeah.html' title='Music - yeah!!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3695065498011866048</id><published>2008-03-05T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:59:28.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray'/><title type='text'>Gray area</title><content type='html'>It's hard to be me, to be human, to have emotions and emotional reactions to events in my life. For ANYONE, not just me.  It's so frustrating when all the institutions that man has created - to manage his life, to create opportunity, to deal with finances, to make a living - are structured in a very black and white way, when human beings are about the farthest thing from black and white as you can get!  It's either right or wrong, late or on time, accept or decline, approval or disapproval, honesty or dishonesty.  It just seems that there are so many ways in which we try to make things clean cut for ourselves and I just think they all end up making life a living hell for us in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the gray.  Everything about me is gray.  There are shades of gray in everything I do and everything I see.  But we are forced into these black and white boxes without being able to stay in the gray area.  I really feel like this has to be one of the main reasons that people actually consider suicide.  How long can you be forced to BE a certain way before it becomes impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even sure if this is all being explained right.  But that is where I am today.  Deeply entrenched in the gray, while being judged by the black and white standards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3695065498011866048?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3695065498011866048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3695065498011866048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3695065498011866048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3695065498011866048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/gray-area.html' title='Gray area'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2626833163751349725</id><published>2008-03-04T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:07:15.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad TV'/><title type='text'>Springy</title><content type='html'>The weather, that is. Today was, by far, the warmest day since the end of Autumn. Yay! Today it definitely felt like spring was breaking through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it began to rain. Oh well. But it's still very mild out. Gonna get cold again tomorrow night again. C'mon spring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I am now on Facebook. I was on it for all of an hour today maybe. I already LOVE it one-hundred-billion times more than MySpace, which sucks giant ass. MySpace has a million ads, it is confusing, non-intuitive, poorly organized and, to top it all off, UGLY (if you don't know CSS and have the ability/time/interest to design your own custom page.) Plus, I believe MySpace has adware or spyware for some of their advertisers. They suck. Facebook wins! I will probably keep my MySpace login; it already directs people away from there to my LJ or Blogger page. I state right there on my page that I don't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WAY I got on facebook is that my old friend Lars is on there and invited my friend Heather. She invited me and now I have 5 friends on there already: Lars, Heather, Nick, my niece and an old lione friend. I am going to tell anyone I know on MySpace to get themselves a Facebook login and drop MySpace. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall settle in to watch some American Idol!! Guilty pleasure! Love this show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2626833163751349725?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2626833163751349725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2626833163751349725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2626833163751349725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2626833163751349725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/springy.html' title='Springy'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-999549144501637280</id><published>2008-03-04T19:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:36:51.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundromat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>I haz new washing machine!!!</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on March 03, 2008, 10:57 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Only about half of you will get that title, but that's okay, it made ma laugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to the gods, I have a new washing machine!!!  I cannot put into words how overjoyed and giddy I am that there is a working washer of clothing in my own house!  I have been without one since the beginning of January and I think I did okay resigning myself to hitting the laundromat once a week with the essentials that had to be washed.  It was when the puppies got sick a couple of weeks ago that I pretty much gave up.  I did one more load of clothes and had "planned" to take two separate loads of linens and blankets to get done.  But I just hate the laundromat so very much that I procrastinated and just never did it.  And then Friday when I would have gone to the laundromat to do another load, I just didn't go.  Not Saturday or Sunday either.  But by Friday, I knew we were getting the washer because the taxes had come in.  So I really had no reason to spend that 10 bucks on washloads when I knew I could do it at home in just a few short days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeehooooooo!!!!  I must share the sexyness that is my new washer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/R84VGGjvhKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iA-1893wWRk/s1600-h/lolwasher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/R84VGGjvhKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iA-1893wWRk/s320/lolwasher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174096216479204514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-999549144501637280?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/999549144501637280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=999549144501637280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/999549144501637280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/999549144501637280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-haz-new-washing-machine.html' title='I haz new washing machine!!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/R84VGGjvhKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iA-1893wWRk/s72-c/lolwasher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3602720305848378344</id><published>2008-03-03T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:04:47.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cake and a card at work!</title><content type='html'>I got cake!!!  C-A-K-E!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!  It totally, entirely, completely made my damn day!!  I was not even thinking about it.  My co-worker wished me HB in an e-mail over the weekend and I thought it was nice of him to remember.  And then I was down working on someone's computer and she came upstairs with me "to talk to my co-worker about something" and, blam, there was my cake!!  YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my co-worker went around to almost everyone here and got them to sign a card for me too.  How damned awesome is that!  After the shit I have had going on, it was really, really nice to have a little unsolicited positive attention from an unexpected place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to Chili's for my birthday dinner out.  Nice big Margarita, sampler appetizer platter, then shrimp and chicken fajitas (Mmmmmm) and for dessert, we split a molten chocolate cake thingy.  Super yum!  I was so stuffed!  I have not eaten like that in a very long time (and don't freak, it will not become a habit!)  It was a nice treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rented 'Michael Clayton'.  Whoo.  INTENSE movie!  LOVED it.  I didn't realize what it was about before.  I thought it was a political story or a spy thing.  Nope.  George Clooney was fantastic.  So was Tom Wilkinson, who I love.  Everyone was good in it.  And lots of actors I like (Tilda Swinton, Sydney Pollack).  I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice day yesterday and a nice day today.  Woo for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3602720305848378344?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3602720305848378344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3602720305848378344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3602720305848378344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3602720305848378344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/cake-and-card-at-work.html' title='Cake and a card at work!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4015847867169486069</id><published>2008-03-02T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:33:05.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>Text from Louli and Rob, LJ message from Jenny, voice mail from Tommy and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for before noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-eight. Sheesh. I still feel like a kid sometimes. Happily, I don't really look my age. more from me later probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4015847867169486069?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4015847867169486069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4015847867169486069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4015847867169486069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4015847867169486069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-5149541047804293655</id><published>2008-03-02T02:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:20:35.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>wimping out</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on Mar. 1st, 2008 at 10:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to try and write a real entry today. But I am just without the wits to do it. I am spending the day hanging out with the puppies, relaxing and not thinking about money or mortgages. It snowed - AGAIN - last night. Fortunately, everything on the roads is already gone. It rained after snowing and today was pretty warm compared to last night. Woohoo no shoveling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am doing more puppy napping and hanging out tonight and tomorrow. Maybe we will go out to eat for my birthday. Not too worried about it. I am not exactly thrilled to be turning a year older with everything that is going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is my lame post for the day. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today officially begins NaBloPoMo for March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/R8x5muZw-bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W35atN_sxqw/s1600-h/nablo0308.120x90%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/R8x5muZw-bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W35atN_sxqw/s320/nablo0308.120x90%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173643778139945394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-5149541047804293655?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/5149541047804293655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=5149541047804293655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5149541047804293655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5149541047804293655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/03/wimping-out.html' title='wimping out'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/R8x5muZw-bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W35atN_sxqw/s72-c/nablo0308.120x90%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-5346718830416998086</id><published>2008-02-29T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:01:46.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>screw-up</title><content type='html'>SysAdmin guy manages to screw up everything he touches. A simple remote access program that we use to log in from home. It's simple. I have installed and configured it at least 40 times since I have been here. He installs it on his PC and it is totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I don't know what his problem is! I literally fix stuff that he messes up EVERY DAY. Little things like this, usually not catastrophic things. But he occassionally screws up things that are serious and affect, oh, everyone in the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wishwishwishwishwishwish I could do something about him. But he is entering his 5th month here (probation lasts for 6 months) and I am positive he is not going anywhere. Boss guy likes him and doesn't know enough technically to know how sub-standard this guy really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had no less than three meetings where we have discussed things that we have to discuss. The same list of things. Three times. We talk about the list and say that we have to prioritize the list so that we can start tackling the projects. We have done it in three separate meetings. I feel like I am insane in these meetings. But hey, I'm not the boss. I have chosen a few of the projects and will do some legwork on them and suddenly have it prepared at a meeting soon. So I am doing my part to be impressive and proactive. But I just don't understand how this shit flies day after day. It's not even a private corp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stunning, what a screw up this guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: My co-worker and I have decided that he "got hit by the stupid stick" this morning. There are some days when he is dumber than others and I am so happy that I am not the only one to think so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-5346718830416998086?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/5346718830416998086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=5346718830416998086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5346718830416998086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5346718830416998086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/screw-up.html' title='screw-up'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6659726898157984983</id><published>2008-02-28T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:37:48.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>blog post</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post every day this week.  But after I leave work, I forget every five minutes after I get home.  I get on my computer, then I go to the bathroom and forget.  Then I get back on the computer, then I go up to make dinner and forget.  Then I eat dinner and watch whatever show I am watching that night (American Idol, of late) and forget.  And then it's time for bed, I go to turn off the computer and I have forgotten all night to post.  And I am not going to START posting at 11:30 or 12:00.  I have done that a lot, but I have to get to bed earlier because I am constantly dragging my butt out of bed in the mornings tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have much to post about anyways.  There is nothing that I want to post about going on right now.  My medication is driving me batty (agitated, shaky hands and ear ringing) and I am going to talk to the doc about changing it (after 2 weeks of the higher dosage).  My brother has pissed me off to the point where I am ready to be really rude to him in general, as well as tell him where he can shove it.  I am itching for spring to get here already - I want to open my windows and sliding door.  And I am officially boycotting laundry until I get a new washing machine, which should be any day now (e-file be praised!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.  Here are some funny links that you need to go visit and look at/read/see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lcmNaXmjvs"&gt;Jimmy Kimmel clip that is NOT safe for work!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/732744/"&gt;Dooce's new dog making crazy dog noises&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6659726898157984983?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6659726898157984983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6659726898157984983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6659726898157984983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6659726898157984983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='blog post'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1129311674161697996</id><published>2008-02-26T13:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:10:35.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>No, really.  Just...blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1129311674161697996?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1129311674161697996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1129311674161697996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1129311674161697996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1129311674161697996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6014388997931193540</id><published>2008-02-24T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:21:29.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prissy dog'/><title type='text'>Prissiest dog ever!</title><content type='html'>The pooch pictured below is, without question, the prissiest dog in history.  Yesterday it snowed and then freezing rain fell on the snow for another several hours.  So there is this nice white covering everywhere, but it is crusted over so that when you walk on it, it breaks and crunches loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/00003szs/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/willowdrea/pic/00003szs/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border='0'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go out to get the mail.  It's nasty out, so I am thinking I will spare the dogs the whole walk and just get them out on the lawn to do their business.  They both pee.  Rogue CLEARLY has to poop (we call it extendo-butt) but she is just walking around on the ice crust, falling through with every step and hating it, looking desperately for a place to poop, but not settling on one.  We are out there for 20 minutes and nothing!  So we go back inside, I throw on the snow boots, put on their little coats and we go for the full walk.  Stormy is all excited, she loves being outside, almost no matter what the weather.  Rogue is clearly on a mission, she is trotting down the block to "the spot"; the spot where we pretty much always poop.  However, the whole world is covered with this same crusty snow stuff.  Everywhere.  She walks on one lawn and then another and another and finds it everywhere.  Well, she is having none of this and will NOT settle on a place to poop.  We are out there another 25 minutes before she finally agrees to poop!  She just gets up on a lawn and does it, after realizing that, sheesh, this stuff is everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back inside and get treats.  Most exhausting walk ever.  I never thought I would have to be a cheerleader for my dog to poop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6014388997931193540?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6014388997931193540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6014388997931193540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6014388997931193540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6014388997931193540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/prissiest-dog-ever.html' title='Prissiest dog ever!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4499067698328097698</id><published>2008-02-22T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:03:31.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Half day for me - woot!</title><content type='html'>I had already planned to leave work early if the snow actually picked up the way the news said it would. Well, it did and the city was telling employers to let non-essential personnel leave work. And there was a parking ban as of 12:00 noon in the city, so Brown sent out an e-mail to all staff and faculty that people could go home. I left at 1:00 pm and got home in a reasonable time, no traffic or anything. Fortunately, the way I traveled I didn't hit any accidents either. The roads weren't great, but I got home fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool for a change to have something to be happy about related to work. No stress, no pressure, just being allowed to go home. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home and went to the store with my sweetie for weekly food shopping. After that, I took a nice nap with my puppies in the warm bed. Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a possibilty of dinner with friends, but of course, the snow got in the way of that. No problem. A nice night vegging out at home was definitely satisfactory after this week. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hitting the sack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Just took the dogs out for the final time tonight.  This is the WORST kind of weather!  YUCK!  Started this morning as light fluffy snow and then stopped and then picked up again around noon as more fluffy snow, but LOTS of it.  Got home and was able to shovel simply by pushing it with the shovel, it was so fluffy.  Got out of the supermarket and it was freezing rain.  I think it has been doing that since then.  So now all the snow is still there, but it is all crusted over with ice.  And everything else is covered in a layer of ice.  GREAT!  YUK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4499067698328097698?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4499067698328097698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4499067698328097698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4499067698328097698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4499067698328097698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/half-day-for-me-woot.html' title='Half day for me - woot!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6096188156392378148</id><published>2008-02-19T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:30:57.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Cough, cough, cough...</title><content type='html'>Worked from home yesterday.  I have never gotten "officially" sanctioned to do this, but I have never heard anything negative about it either, and the subject has come up with boss guy before (and as they say, it is easier to apologize than to ask permission).  They would have sent me home anyway.  I was coughing my head off and I was still so tired.  Still am.  I napped between checking my e-mail and fixing issues remotely.  It was nice to work from my bed surrounded by warm puppies.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chest cold just came out of nowhere though.  Very odd.  I know some people here at work are sick.  But I really don't know where I got this from.  Fortunately, I am getting better already.  Thanks to modern pharmaceuticals.  Damn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that in addition to being a member of &lt;a href="http://blog365.ning.com/"&gt;Blog365&lt;/a&gt; I will be re-joining &lt;a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/a&gt;, because &lt;a href="http://fussy.org/"&gt;Eden&lt;/a&gt;, who started NaBloPoMo after her love for &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;, has made it a monthly affair!  I will remain a member of Blog365, but will be trying to take it in monthly chunks since I have already failed miserably at blogging every day.  Maybe taking just one month at a time will help my track record.  And the chance for fabulous prizes - I just can't pass it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all things financial and money related.  I hate paychecks, having to work for one, getting paid, bills, expenses, budgets, monthly, weekly and quarterly payments, income tax, sales tax, any kind of tax.  'Nuff said.  Except one more thing.  I think we middle-middle class people (and everyone less fortunate) should band together and stage a socialist uprising starting in L.A.!  The wealth of ridiculously rich celebrities, celebutantes, "real housewives", multi-millionaires, politicians, oil tycoons and such, should be re-distributed to everyone struggling through.  I try not to think about it because it makes me so mad.  But I just thought I'd say it and get it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I go back to the trusty laundromat to wash the first of several loads of wash I have to do over the next 3-4 days.  The poop incidents of last week have created a large pile of linens and blankets that need to be decontaminated.  But I just can't do it all in one trip, much as I would like to.  The logistics of the laundromat are entirely different when you are only WASHING stuff there.  This is because the load is three times heavier when you carry it out than when you went in.  Also, my dryer will only do one load at a time, so really it's impractical to have a wet washload (or 4) sitting there marinating while one is drying.  One would say, why don't you just dry your laundry there as well?  YIKES, the cost!!!  When I had my apartment in Derry just a few short years ago (6 to be exact) a load of laundry - washed and dried - was $5 bucks.  These were small to average sized washers, not large ones, so you could only do a small regular load (in jeans terms, about 6 or 7 pairs.)  At the laundromat, it is $4 bucks to do ONE WASHLOAD in the mid-sized machine!  The small one is $3.25 and the super large one is $6.50.  I have not even checked the dryer costs.  This is crazy!  If you saved your laundromat money for half a year you could buy at least a washer if not both a washer AND a dryer.  It's just ridiculous.  Just having to pay for it out-of-pocket gets me shaking my head and freaking out at the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am sensing a theme, so I think I better stop now or risk people telling me to shut up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6096188156392378148?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6096188156392378148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6096188156392378148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6096188156392378148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6096188156392378148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/cough-cough-cough.html' title='Cough, cough, cough...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6687129719535693844</id><published>2008-02-16T00:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:35:08.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>"white-knuckling" it through this week...</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on Feb. 15th, 2008 at 11:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my head down making my way through this week a step at a time. It really does feel like weeks since I wrote that post Tuesday. Saw my doc Tuesday and instead of trying a different med, we are upping the dose for a test period to see if anything changes. Saw my therapist that night. I need to start journaling (privately, sorry) about my sessions so I actually THINK about things during the week. I am realizing that I have this awful habit of talking about stuff that's important and then I don't think about it again until 5 minutes before my next appointment. I do it outside of therapy and have for years. My family did it all the time. Not insidiously, like the white elephant in the room kind of not dealing with it. Just going on and kind of rolling over it like roadkill. Yep, that's the metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SysAdmin guy at work has been less outright annoying this week. I am taking it at face value. Is he trying to get along better with me and my co-worker? Or is he actually being slightly more personable? Who can tell - the man has the personality of a bag of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to configure new laptops for other people this week. I realized I am kind of annoyed that everyone else in IT is getting one except me and my co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager guy was pretty much not around all week because he was in a conference room with a guy from our software vendor all week. That was nice. I hate having two bosses. Fortunately, they don't really give me conflicting instruction, but sometimes the both tell me to do the same thing, which is very annoying. Yes, I know. My other boss already told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was filled with puppy poop and puppy vomit. My pooches were both not feeling well and took it out on the house. I shall be shampooing some carpet as soon as I am able (again, just did it last week before we got the house appraised.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appraiser came Wednesday morning. After it SNOWED THREE INCHES overnight. Which is good, because all the leaves on the lawn were covered. It's good she was not too late, because just an hour after she came, it began POURING RAIN for the rest of the day, melting all the snow. At work, we had that rain on the roof noise all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday began the poop explosion, with Storm starting off the poop-splosion. The next morning, she seemed better and ate normally. Then it was Rogue's turn. Coming home to it was not fun for my sweetie. Not at all. Then Thursday night (that would be last night) Storm began the vomiting. She did not eat dinner at all, and began vomiting at about 6:30 and proceeded to do so about 8 times througout the night. She got very listless and lethargic and couldn't get comfortable to sleep for hours at a time. So I was up with her on my chest for several hours last night, stroking her fur, trying to comfort her a little. Then this morning, more diarrhea and so it was time to go to the vet. I could not get her an appointment at my regular vet, so I went to the Emergency Animal Hospital (and I am very happy there IS one here...) and asked the attendant what she thought (after finding out that just being SEEN is over $100 dollars!) We talked about it and she thought she would be okay and was not in an emergency state. So I called my vet and got on the waiting list to go in later today. As it turned out, she slept a few hours and then my sweetie called me and told me she was almost good as new. Playing with Rogue, jumping around the room, very interested in her food again...YAY!!! So I cancelled the appointment, we don't need to go unless she has a relapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker to all this poop and vomit is that our washing machine is busted and we are waiting for the tax return to get a new one. So we will have to haul almost all of the bedclothes in the house to the laundromat to get washed! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work and had a nutty crazy day. Then came home and had to yell at the mortgage company for poor record keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, I am getting sick. I have a cough, my chest feels tight and I have been getting achier (more achy?) since I got home. My eyes feel hot and that probably means I have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been long. Very long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6687129719535693844?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6687129719535693844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6687129719535693844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6687129719535693844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6687129719535693844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/white-knuckling-it-through-this-week.html' title='&quot;white-knuckling&quot; it through this week...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3007187422569596550</id><published>2008-02-16T00:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:29:39.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Stealing from Xander - 10 worst bands ever</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on Feb. 11th, 2008 at 1:32 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy &lt;a href="http://bobbymcscooter.livejournal.com/"&gt;bobbymcscooter&lt;/a&gt; posted about his 10 worst bands, and it inspired me to write my own. So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 worst bands - in my humble opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10) Jack Johnson – His first song (“Flake”) was sort of neat because it was different and a little folky, but alternative. And then every single song after that sounded EXACTLY THE SAME! That same annoying little acoustic guitar riff. Shows what having a friend like Ben Harper in the music biz can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9) Limp Bizkit – Two words: Fred Durst. One of the most clueless and egomaniacal people in music. He did it all for the nookie. That says it all. Too bad Wes Borland got caught in that web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8) Nickelback – I have liked a few of their songs, but I am almost immediately overwhelmed by their mediocrity; their formulaic, crowd-pleasing melodies and simplistic lyrics. They sing about nothing. And when they DO sing about something (“If Everyone Cared”) it’s utterly trite! Chad Kroeger is killing pop music singlehandedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7) Starship – What did they think, third name change is a charm?! All you have to do is listen to “We Built This City” or “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now”. Horrible 80’s crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6) Damn Yankees – The “supergroup” featuring Ted Nugent, Tommy Shaw of Styx and…that other guy. The One-Hit Wonder Supergroup. They only did one song that got any airplay and it was only because there was a video with it and people were just curious about what these three looked like together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5) Warrant – Jani Lane. Cherry Pie. Early 90’s hair band fluff. Fake metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4) 311 – I can’t even take a couple of notes of these guys before clicking the button to change the station. So very blah. Mellow pseudo-reggae. Dell said it best when mocking the song “Come Original”: “Not original, no we are not original…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3) Poison – Come on. Do I even have to explain why? They were a glam makeup band. Bret Michaels sings through his nose and is breathy and over-dramatic. “Every Rose Has It’s Thorns” makes me want to vomit every time I hear it. And an extra strike against him because ‘Rock of Love’ was a sham and it is now in its second season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) Savatage/Trans-Siberian Orchestra – Savatage was a theatre-rock band, making self-proclaimed rock-operas. Just writing that sentence makes my skim crawl! Well one of the two founding brothers was killed and the other rejoined the band and kept it going, even though the dead brother was the soul of the band. They wrote “Christmas Eve Sarajevo 12/24” and put it on a their second rock opera album called “Dead Winter Dead”. The song was a huge hit and so they wrote the rest of an album and recorded it with an orchestra. To sum it all up, they had more success as a Christmas-themed orchestra than as a cheesy theatre-rock metal band. So Savatage is no more. I can’t stand their music, either the band or the orchestra. Ironically, my ex-husband is a HUGE fan. Any correlation there? I wonder….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) Kanye West – I cannot put into words the intense dislike I have for him. I know technically he is not a “band” but I had to list him, and list him as FIRST. He has such a huge chip on his shoulder, such a feeling of entitlement and self-importance. From the very moment he released his first album, critically acclaimed or not, he was saying in public that he was the best artist in the world. That, and the fact that he is a flaming racist just rubs me the wrong way. I don’t think his music sounds much different than a lot of other stuff that is coming out right now. He is not doing anything DIFFERENT. My vindication comes from country star Vince Gill, who last night when receiving his Grammy from Ringo Starr said to Kanye, who was in the front row, “I just had an award given to me by a Beatle. Have you had that happen yet, Kanye?” The whole audience cheered, much to my delight! Maybe someone else is hip to his ridiculous audacity and is getting tired of it too. I now love Vince Gill! I need to write him a love letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention: Red Hot Chili Peppers – They used to be good, back when they were on drugs (it’s sad but true.) They were also good when Dave Navarro joined them for one album - that they oddly enough barely acknowledge anymore, it’s like they disavow any connection to that album. I like Higher Ground. Of course, it’s a Stevie Wonder song, so they already had that going for them. I dunno. All their recent songs make no sense; they’re just rhyming nonsensical words sung in syncopation with trippy guitar parts. Woo. Big whoop. They annoy me. A lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3007187422569596550?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3007187422569596550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3007187422569596550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3007187422569596550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3007187422569596550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/stealing-from-xander-10-worst-bands.html' title='Stealing from Xander - 10 worst bands ever'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3607797674894347130</id><published>2008-02-08T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:45:17.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>meds suck</title><content type='html'>So I take Lexapro. And a little over a year ago, it began to lose its effectiveness. Or something. I had depression feelings. Not just feeling "down", but deep dark depressive feelings. They would last a couple of weeks and then, as inexplicably as they started, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my doc about this and she added Wellbutrin to my regimen. I have been taking this since November. Well, it ain't working. I still feel depressed. No more than I did, but it's a little different. Over my holiday break (my job has the very large benefit of being an educational institution, ipso facto, there are no students at school during the christmas/new years week; hence, we had it off) I pretty much hung out in bed the whole time. I didn't do the project of clearing out and reorganizing my basement. I didn't do the project of cleaning off my desk of the mountain (literally) of papers on it. I didn't do much of anything. This also holds true for most of my weekends. I do the stuff I have to do and then I sit around in bed with my puppies, napping and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might say I am just living the lap of luxury life. But that's really not it. If I were in TOTAL denial, I would agree with that. But I am not that good at fooling even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discussed this at therapy and was told that I should have more energy, more motivation and be able to drag my ass out of bed to do SOMETHING. The wellbutrin is not doing the trick. Called my doc this week and I need to go back to discuss other meds. There are at least four other meds I know about that I am sure we could try. I am hoping not to have to try them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having some annoying side effects since I have been on the Wellbutrin. My hands shake - not a huge visible trembling shake. It's more annoying to me than visible to anyone else, because...well, I feel shaky. Also, this hard to describe feeling in or around my head. Clench your jaw muscles and make a face like you are cringing and that is sort of how it feels. There's a little bit of ear ringing and this weird feeling of my scalp being tense or pulled back. And additionally, if I have more than one caffeine drink in a day, the bouncy feeling verges on anxiety. A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should feel lucky that I have no other side effects, other than it not really doing anything positive for me. But now that I have called my doc about it, I am itching to get off this med. I will have to wait until at least Monday so I can call her back and make an appointment. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been eating at me for over a week and I just had to write about it. Apologies to everyone that I didn't say anything, including my sweetie. I have been trying to just deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3607797674894347130?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3607797674894347130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3607797674894347130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3607797674894347130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3607797674894347130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/meds-suck.html' title='meds suck'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6765954115551010267</id><published>2008-02-07T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:20:44.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensitive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>MY answers to 20 questions...</title><content type='html'>1. tell me something obvious about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 'big' girl.&lt;br /&gt;2. tell me something about yourself that i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding this hard to answer, I will get back to it below...&lt;br /&gt;3. what is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Never being happy.&lt;br /&gt;4. do you normally take the safe route or the shortcut?&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the safe route, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;5. what is the one thing you want the most that you can't buy with money?&lt;br /&gt;Confidence.&lt;br /&gt;6. what is your most treasured possession?&lt;br /&gt;My computer hard drive - because it contains volumes of memories and pictures from my life.&lt;br /&gt;7. what is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do the most often?&lt;br /&gt;Scratching cuts.&lt;br /&gt;8. tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My father's great-grandfather was a prolific painter and two of his paintings hang in the New York Historical Society.&lt;br /&gt;9. tell me something about you that everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE dogs.&lt;br /&gt;10. what is your favorite lie to tell?&lt;br /&gt;I hate lying. But the lie I use the most is "It's alright."&lt;br /&gt;11. name something you have done once that you can't wait to do again.&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY SPA DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;12. are you the jealous type?&lt;br /&gt;Not jealous with my sweetie. But I get jealous of what other people have or what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;13. what is the 1 person, place or thing that you can never say no to?&lt;br /&gt;My puppies and a plate of pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;14. what is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Stick by me even when I am being a giant pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;15. if you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Walk into boss guy's office and tell him exactly what I think of him, then do the same to SysAdmin guy, and then walk out the door of this place. That would be CRAZY!!! Because then I wouldn't have a JOB! And then I would have no MONEY!. And, a short time later, I would have no HOUSE! That would be Britney crazy! (Yeah, I said it!)&lt;br /&gt;16. when was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Less than 24 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;17. when was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember - maybe at Atlas.&lt;br /&gt;18. do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel comfortable in public with my shirt ON!&lt;br /&gt;19. tell me something embarrassing you did while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;It's between two things:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Was so drunk that I did not know my (now-ex)husband.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Threw up on a highly respected Sales Rep after a company Christmas party (more specifically, on his Armani suit.)&lt;br /&gt;20. if you post this in your journal, do you want me to answer it?&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah - feel free to steal and use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6765954115551010267?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6765954115551010267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6765954115551010267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6765954115551010267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6765954115551010267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-answers-to-20-questions.html' title='MY answers to 20 questions...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3834119174984273512</id><published>2008-02-04T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:39:44.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Seriously...wtf?!</title><content type='html'>I have days where I can tolerate my manager guy okay.  He fuddles through the day and doesn't say much while he pokes around the network looking for stuff to fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while reviewing my time sheet, he asked me if they are supposed to pay me if I work over a certain number of hours PER DAY, or was it PER WEEK.  He didn't ask PAYROLL, which is literally on the other side of my cubicle.  He asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in our weekly meeting he said that he set the calendar for requesting a laptop to AUTO-ACCEPT meeting requests.  Because we have enough laptops to put one in every conference room (and 2 extra) he felt that my co-worker and I didn't need to look at and accept the meeting requests for laptops.  He didn't ASK US...he just assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I discovered that a printer has been renamed on a print server.  This is not a big deal except that everyone that uses that printer now has to delete the old one and re-add it to their printers.  We have the typical gamut of users - very competent to totally inept.  Of course, the ones that primarily use this printer are totally inept.  So they FREAKED OUT when they could not print.  I am positive it was manager guy.  And he didn't bother to TELL ANYONE.  I assume from the name change that he named it something that he finds easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an issue here that is taking WAY too long to resolve and needs escalation from a manager to get cooperation from the main IT department on it.  So he ASKS ME what I think we should do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the goddamn fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I work FOR this guy?!  Why do I make LESS MONEY than he does?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3834119174984273512?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3834119174984273512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3834119174984273512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3834119174984273512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3834119174984273512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/seriouslywtf.html' title='Seriously...wtf?!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6929131304086702583</id><published>2008-02-03T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:16:21.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Two words - PUPPY BOWL!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am a geek.  We all know this.  But I am also a dog lover.  I think the best programming addition in the past few years is Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl, which starts at 3:00 pm on Superbowl Sunday and goes until 3:00 am. Well, they keep replaying it all day; it's 3 hours long.  What is the Puppy Bowl, you ask?  It is three hours of puppies playing in a mini football stadium complete with toys, waterbowl cam, instant replays, puppy substitutions, sparse commentary and Kitten Halftime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, we're gonna watch the actual Superbowl.  But this is, by far, my favorite part of today.  It's sickeningly cute, totally saccharine, mindless adorable TV.  I totally love it!  It makes me giggle and smile and exclaim stuff about different puppies to my sweetie, who is decidedly NOT watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. You can buy it on DVD!  Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6929131304086702583?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6929131304086702583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6929131304086702583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6929131304086702583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6929131304086702583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-words-puppy-bowl.html' title='Two words - PUPPY BOWL!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4143780400018108655</id><published>2008-02-01T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:44:47.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>B.E.A.R. Day!  \m/</title><content type='html'>Today is Brown Employee Appreciation and Recognition Day! What does this mean for me? An hour long, boring presentation honoring people who go above and beyond (some of whom I actually know and will applaud for) and recognizing the crazy people who have been here for 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35 and yes, 40 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the boring-ness, there is food. Free food. Not just free food - free shrimp cocktail! Huge plump shrimp in all their cocktail saucy glory! Other stuff too that was good last year, but the shrimp was a standout because there were TONS of them and they were HUGE! So...off I go to sit patiently as I wait for the hors d'ouvres wait people to come out with the trays. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I did NOT eat lunch. I was prepared for this! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4143780400018108655?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4143780400018108655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4143780400018108655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4143780400018108655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4143780400018108655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/02/bear-day-m.html' title='B.E.A.R. Day!  \m/'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-914325548973145306</id><published>2008-01-30T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:09:04.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innappropriate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>20 questions - edited</title><content type='html'>1. tell me something obvious about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. tell me something about yourself that i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;3. what is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;4. do you normally take the safe route or the shortcut?&lt;br /&gt;5. what is the one thing you want the most that you can't buy with money?&lt;br /&gt;6. what is your most treasured possession?&lt;br /&gt;7. what is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do the most often?&lt;br /&gt;8. tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;9. tell me something about you that everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;10. what is your favorite lie to tell?&lt;br /&gt;11. name something you have done once that you can't wait to do again.&lt;br /&gt;12. are you the jealous type?&lt;br /&gt;13. what is the 1 person, place or thing that you can never say no to?&lt;br /&gt;14. what is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;15. if you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;16. when was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;17. when was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?&lt;br /&gt;18. do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?&lt;br /&gt;19. tell me something embarrassing you did while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;20. if you post this in your journal, do you want me to answer it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The edit was that questions 8 &amp; 9 originally read, "tell me something about yourself sexually that I don't know/that everybody knows. Honestly, I don't WANT to know stuff sexually about you people. So, yeah, edited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from someone I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-914325548973145306?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/914325548973145306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=914325548973145306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/914325548973145306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/914325548973145306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/20-questions-edited.html' title='20 questions - edited'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-50811746086258095</id><published>2008-01-29T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:51:52.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>numbers</title><content type='html'>Miles on my car:  250,000&lt;br /&gt;Year my car was made and purchased:  1999&lt;br /&gt;Number of overtime hours I worked the first week of this month:  7.00&lt;br /&gt;Percentage of time I have spent working today:  65%&lt;br /&gt;Milligrams of ibuprofen I will be taking shortly:  1000&lt;br /&gt;My average blood pressure reading:  100/80&lt;br /&gt;Number of days in the canine heat cycle:  21-28&lt;br /&gt;Time the EOS module was scheduled for:  2pm-4pm&lt;br /&gt;Time the EOS module ACTUALLY happened:  3pm-7pm&lt;br /&gt;EOS evening event schedule:  6pm-8pm&lt;br /&gt;EOS ACTUAL evening event time:  7:30pm-11:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Number of hours I slept on Sunday:  10&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of entertainment equipment our new (free) remote controls:  9&lt;br /&gt;Amount of time until I can leave today:  2:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-50811746086258095?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/50811746086258095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=50811746086258095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/50811746086258095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/50811746086258095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/numbers.html' title='numbers'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-61896796715778878</id><published>2008-01-27T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:08:24.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LARPing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>sore and tired</title><content type='html'>Went to EOS for the first time and had a great time! I had plot and backstory and everything, it was very cool actually. I will have to thank Angel for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being damned tired and thinking I could not trudge another step through the deep powdery snow, I did okay and did not die. Heh. Kidding. Sort of. Anyway, not important. My character was interesting and neat to play, I got to meet most of the people in my throne and quite a few others. There was intrigue and cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a murder mystery to boot. I have to admit, when it happened it was a teensy bit cheesy. But then, it's larping, which is mucho geeky. So I think a little cheese is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some ideas for costume and accessories and I hope to be able to make some stuff for the game before I play again. Pants are a MUST, the skirt thing is not going to cut it. Not for adventuring and not for the concept either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today has been a day of napping and resting. Time to go to bed so I can deal with work tomorrow. Grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my sweetie and my best friend for helping me go this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-61896796715778878?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/61896796715778878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=61896796715778878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/61896796715778878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/61896796715778878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/sore-and-tired.html' title='sore and tired'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6848435403314512942</id><published>2008-01-24T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:11:51.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><title type='text'>Score - Sleep: 1; Linda: 0</title><content type='html'>So trying to sleep off the mood has not worked. In fact, today I not only feel down and poopy, but irritated as well. I know I'm irritated when EVERY driver on the road is pissing me off. Not just the really stupid ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get into work and an e-mail that was received at 7:30 last night is just now receiving attention from my oh-so-competent supervisor. Mind you, by his parking space, he was here EARLY today. So he has been here since probably about 8:00 am, but didn't bother taking this issue to follow up with the user until now. Isn't it nice how he leaves the work for when the "grunts" come in? Yeah, I like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6848435403314512942?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6848435403314512942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6848435403314512942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6848435403314512942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6848435403314512942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/score-sleep-1-linda-0.html' title='Score - Sleep: 1; Linda: 0'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-8241747436069179145</id><published>2008-01-23T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:32:44.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensitive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><title type='text'>Bad day for my head</title><content type='html'>I am having a bad day mentally.  Why?  Who knows.  I felt crappy when I woke up.  I probably did not get enough sleep.  I had therapy last night, but it was not terribly depressing.  Some stuff to think about, but again, nothing that made me want to cry or anything.  Who knows.  I don't even care.  I am just having a crappy day.  I feel bad, I feel blah-ier than the regular blah.  Today is a day I would have called in sick, if I had a sick day.  At work today, I just wanted to put my head down on my desk.  It's not really a talk about it and I will feel better thing either.  I just don't know what is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppies made me smile, my sweetie gave me big hugs, I laughed at the weirdos on American Idol.  But I am still feeling the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing for me to do is to go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I am writing from and now that I am done, I will now roll over and pull the covers over my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-8241747436069179145?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/8241747436069179145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=8241747436069179145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8241747436069179145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/8241747436069179145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-day-for-my-head.html' title='Bad day for my head'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-867555070319864982</id><published>2008-01-22T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:03:48.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Hee hee hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="325" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shegoddess.com/q/sf/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Take the Sci fi sounds quiz" src="http://www.shegoddess.com/q/sf/images/sfimg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="225" bg style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middlefont-family:Tahoma;color:white;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;I received &lt;b&gt;85 credits&lt;/b&gt; on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: gray" href="http://www.shegoddess.com/q/sf/index.aspx"&gt;The Sci Fi Sounds Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;How much of a Sci-Fi geek are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle! important; WIDTH: 325px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: black! important" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: left; COLOR: gray; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.shegoddess.com/q/sf/index.aspx"&gt;Take the Sci-Fi Movie Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: gray; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.shegoddess.com/"&gt;Lose weight quickly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-867555070319864982?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/867555070319864982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=867555070319864982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/867555070319864982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/867555070319864982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/hee-hee-hee.html' title='Hee hee hee'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1532106245725425783</id><published>2008-01-20T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:24:00.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>How To Look Good Naked</title><content type='html'>Posted on my LJ on January 19th, 2008 at 11:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is a lot better than I thought it would be. I actually like it. I would never do it, because being in my underwear on national cable TV is something I just can't fathom. But it's a great concept and done in a sensitive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Don't Forget The Lyrics this week. I am like MADE for that show. You sing the beginning of a song and then have to fill in lyrics when the music stops. Usually about 5-7 words. I know the lyrics to SO MANY songs. I wonder if anyone has done a study to see how the pressure of being on a game show affects people. I mean, the armchair contestant can always think of the answers, right? But you are home, in your comfort zone, without cameras and lights and an audience and millions of viewers watching you and dramatic music and a host pressuring you about what you could lose if you don't get the answer. I have to imagine that affects how well you can answer questions and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not like I am going to be on TV or anything. Just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am watching Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew. Love him! This show is serious shit. I like it. Off to watch some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1532106245725425783?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1532106245725425783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1532106245725425783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1532106245725425783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1532106245725425783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-look-good-naked.html' title='How To Look Good Naked'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2519122184939135009</id><published>2008-01-18T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:48:39.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>T-TPTB-IF</title><content type='html'>I am very happy it is the weekend finally. I get to sleep in with my puppies tomorrow - woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of stuff on my mind. Everything is floating around, driving me a little nuts. I am feeling a little overwhelmed this week. More than a little. But I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! After thinking about what more to write for about 15 minutes, I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2519122184939135009?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2519122184939135009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2519122184939135009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2519122184939135009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2519122184939135009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/t-tptb-if.html' title='T-TPTB-IF'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1163877622789230011</id><published>2008-01-16T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:45:24.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>back at sucktastic work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, here I am. Back in the bowels of hell. Okay, I am exaggerating. However, my supervisor just decided to change names of active e-mail folders that I MANAGE, not him. AND he decided to add folders to assign things in, one for me, one for my co-worker and one for him. So since I am the person that manages the inbox, am I now supposed to police those folders as well and move stuff to them and from them to completed when stuff is done?! What the fuck?! I love how he decides to change my workflow WITHOUT TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT! And yes, I wrote an e-mail back asking why the change and why can't we discuss these things before making changes. I did not write, but will say if I am asked, that we are not functioning as a team working together. That this is turning into boss-&gt;underlings and I don't like that one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert whiny frustrated tone here* Why does this keep happening to me?! Fucking fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1163877622789230011?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1163877622789230011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1163877622789230011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1163877622789230011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1163877622789230011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-at-sucktastic-work.html' title='back at sucktastic work'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1562904976930135283</id><published>2008-01-16T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:06:06.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Snow and more snow</title><content type='html'>Posted to my LJ on January 15th, 2008 at 11:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it did not stick that well. But well enough in the morning that I stayed home and worked from here. We did get a lot, about 5-6 inches of heavy wet stuff. It stuck to everything and I have to say when it looks like this is when I love it the most. I love when there is snow all over everything, the trees, the bushes, the houses and roofs...everything. It looks so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in though. Did my work like a good girl and then saw 3:10 to Yuma which my sweetie rented. I liked it. A little depressing, but a good western and I liked the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I was home sick. My sinuses were doing something awful to my head and so I stayed in bed all day. Blah. I hope the week gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1562904976930135283?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1562904976930135283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1562904976930135283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1562904976930135283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1562904976930135283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow and more snow'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-662203849211421534</id><published>2008-01-13T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:38:23.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Sexy Pandas!!!!!!! \m/ Wooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted to my LJ on January 13th, 2008 at 11:27 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So in addition to our Saturday exploits, Louli brought up ROCK BAND!! We rocked out all weekend, unlocking over 35 of the 58 songs in the game, at least on EASY. I mostly sang and she played guitar and drums. We ROCKED!!! We got 5 stars on all but about 8 songs. I tried guitar on a few and then drums on a few. She tried singing on a few too. We had a rockin' time and spent many hours this weekend playing. She got it for Christmas from her brother and we had a ton of fun with it! WOO! My sweetie came up and watched for a while. The puppies barked at the drums. We had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And The Sexy Pandas are on the road!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-662203849211421534?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/662203849211421534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=662203849211421534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/662203849211421534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/662203849211421534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/sexy-pandas-m-wooo.html' title='The Sexy Pandas!!!!!!! \m/ Wooo!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6008783767545186369</id><published>2008-01-13T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:39:43.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innappropriate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beads'/><title type='text'>Beads and corsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted to my LJ on January 12th, 2008 at 9:33 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Louli came up this weekend and we had some stuff to do. 1) Go to Beadworks in Providence to get her some matching stuff so that she could use some of her beads; 2) See about finding a leather corset for her for EOS costuming. Mission #1 - sort of accomplished. She bought some beads, but all stuff that went with each other to make earrings. She didn't get more stuff to go with what she has since she has mostly red and black and has about 20 black and red pieces already. So, no more worrying about using up everything she has. :-) Mission #2 - Not accomplished, but leads were gathered. We went to a shop in Providence called Miko. An adult paraphernalia shop geared towards women. They had nothing in stock, but told us about a lovely little event at the convention center called the Fetish Flea Market. A nice lady named Kat told us that there would be several corset vendors there. We had a hell of a time while she was looking up that information. Some nice boys came into the shop and asked about a special order. There was a conversation about Spring Peepers and driving over them and how they eat each other for no apparent reason. There was discussion of furries and plushies and infant play fetishes. It was probably the most animated conversation I have ever had with a virtual stranger. And ironically, she is a former rennie, 17th and 18th Century re-enactor and knows a long time friend of mine. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, we got some website links and Lou is on the road to owning her very own corset and was able to get a line on replacement pvc pants as well. Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6008783767545186369?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6008783767545186369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6008783767545186369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6008783767545186369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6008783767545186369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/beads-and-corsets.html' title='Beads and corsets'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1233824035065549517</id><published>2008-01-13T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:53:09.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna cry and you can't stop me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted to my LJ on January 11th, 2008 at 6:33 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I am driving to work this morning and I had to put the milk for my cereal in a car coffee cup because I forgot my tupperware one at work. I am less than a mile from my home and the cup tips over, the top comes off and *SPLOOSH* there goes the milk all over the floor! yay. So I stop at the mini mart and get a roll of paper towels and some milk. Try to sop up the mess and continue on to work. This is not a good omen for a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1233824035065549517?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1233824035065549517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1233824035065549517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1233824035065549517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1233824035065549517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-gonna-cry-and-you-cant-stop-me.html' title='I&apos;m gonna cry and you can&apos;t stop me...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1118035048147993557</id><published>2008-01-10T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:39:01.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>totally cheesing out today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry, bone tired and worn out from my work week.  More tomorrow, because it's TGIF!!!  WOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1118035048147993557?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1118035048147993557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1118035048147993557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1118035048147993557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1118035048147993557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/totally-cheesing-out-today.html' title='totally cheesing out today'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1526909473239641200</id><published>2008-01-09T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:00:34.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>In need of sleep - still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night sleeping was a bitch and a half!  I came home and crawled into bed around 6:30 because I was feeling lightheaded and weird.  Fell asleep for 3 hours or so and then got up and logged into work for half an hour.  then went back to bed around midnight.  But I was up like every hour!  It totally sucked.  Right about now I am crazy tired.  I think it will take into Saturday to make up this sleep craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and my system administrator pissed me off today, big time.  The Director guy left at 3pm because of his kid's sports.  Well, everyone knows when the boss leaves early, everyone tries to leave early too.  However, the system administrator is a boss too - MY boss.  He was constantly hounding me and my co-worker today about the 8 people for which e-mail migration was not yet completed.  Like every half hour, he was asking status and when we would get out to do those people.  So I am migrating one of the last two people of my day, both of whom get in after 3pm.  I get done with one and decide that it's close enough to quitting time that I will pack up my stuff and take it with me while I hit the remote site where my last person of the day is.  Part of this process involves deleting the old e-mail account and changing the login name.  These things are done by sysadmin guy.  Well, I get back upstairs to my desk...and he's gone for the day.  Almost half an hour early!  I was so pissed off I just packed my shit and left early myself.  Fuck it.  If he can do it, I am leaving too.  Oh, I was so pissed off because he was hounding us to get shit done and then when he is needed, he went home.  Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Off I go to sleepy-sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1526909473239641200?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1526909473239641200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1526909473239641200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1526909473239641200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1526909473239641200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-need-of-sleep-still.html' title='In need of sleep - still'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-213980727364257802</id><published>2008-01-08T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:00:58.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>E-mail migration - Day 1: successful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted to my LJ on January 7th, 2008 at 10:26 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due, in no small part, to weeks of intensive planning, our e-mail migration at work went very well today. I was as surprised as anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I am going to bed so that I can get up at 5:00 AM to complete the off-hours shift guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay. Fun. Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-213980727364257802?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/213980727364257802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=213980727364257802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/213980727364257802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/213980727364257802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-mail-migration-day-1-successful.html' title='E-mail migration - Day 1: successful'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1296703814204763638</id><published>2008-01-08T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:52:57.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><title type='text'>no post today - too tired!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got up at 5:00 am to go to work to complete the e-mail migration today.  I am wiped out now and have to try and sleep more.  I got home and went to bed around 6:30 pm and have to try and balance out the sleep now.  Hate schedule fluctuations like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1296703814204763638?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1296703814204763638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1296703814204763638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1296703814204763638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1296703814204763638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-post-today-too-tired.html' title='no post today - too tired!!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2380035240657770268</id><published>2008-01-07T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:19:41.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LARPing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Barbershop music is cool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted to LJ on January 6th, 2008 at 11:47 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My parents came up to visit me this weekend and stayed over before going to an annual Wine, Cheese and singing party thrown by a Barbershopping friend who lives in Jamestown, RI. As usual, they had an award winning Quartet there to sing and they were really fantastic. They are called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.showcasequartet.com/"&gt;Showcase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  They are part of a womens Barbershop organization called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.harmonyinc.org/"&gt;Harmony Incorporated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Barbershop music is how my parents met. I grew up with it in my house; both of my parents directed choruses for years. So I love it and have heard all the songs for years. I like going to events with them from time to time and letting them introduce me and show me off a little. Of course, all the ladies ask me if I sing. I tell them yes, in a game. I briefly explain larping and most of them get it. The bottom line is that it's like improvisational theatre, except we are our own audience. And I play(ed) a performer. So that fills my music niche very well. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a nice time. It was good to see them and we had a nice time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More about Barbershop music another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2380035240657770268?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2380035240657770268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2380035240657770268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2380035240657770268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2380035240657770268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/barbershop-music-is-cool.html' title='Barbershop music is cool!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-6143641699000481571</id><published>2008-01-06T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:19:14.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candles'/><title type='text'>CANDLES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted to LJ on January 6th, 2008 at 12:02 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My real score this Christmas was candles! My sweetie got me a bunch of candles. A box of scented votives, red, green and white. Three exotic scented pillar candles - Autumn Leaves, Maple Butter Crunch and one that has three scents - the top is Gingerbread, middle is Vanilla Bean and the bottom is Autumn Pear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I didn't think that was enough, we went on a surprise trip to the Yankee Candle HQ Store in West Deerfield, MA! Wooo! We walked around the whole place. It is one of their two annual HUGE sales, where everything is like half off! I got a dozen scented votives - Patchouli, Vanilla Oak, Sandalwood, Frankinscence and Myrrh and Fresh Cut Herbs. Mmmmmm!! The store was SO cool! Tons of neat stuff to look at and buy. They had a big display of windchimes, one of which was a really neat oriental style gong. Pretty and pretty sounding. Candles galore! The jar candles were half off, which is a great price! I pretty much only got the votives, but love them and I had a great time! It was a nice day trip and we hit Ruby Tuesday's on the way home. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, there will be no complaining that I am out of candles for some time. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-6143641699000481571?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6143641699000481571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=6143641699000481571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6143641699000481571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/6143641699000481571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/candles.html' title='CANDLES!!!'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-5759211894776642964</id><published>2008-01-05T00:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:31:48.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>Short post today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted to LJ on January 5th, 2008 at 12:13 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today...I had to tell my SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR supervisor why it was not appropriate for all users on the network to have local Administrator rights on ALL PC's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today...when my DIRECTOR OF IT was running a meeting reviewing the checklist on how we will migrate over to a different e-mail server, he said one of the steps was to check where the user's archive file is presently located (if it is not in the default location that Outlook uses) so we can open it again after we migrate their account. Then I followed up by saying that we will have to re-point the auto archive settings to that location, rather than the default. He didn't understand what I meant. I had to break it down to elementary terms for him. And even then, he still had that spacey look in his eyes like he only half understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I can do is shake my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-5759211894776642964?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/5759211894776642964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=5759211894776642964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5759211894776642964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/5759211894776642964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-post-today.html' title='Short post today'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7581838253586724442</id><published>2008-01-05T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:28:27.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Catching up, continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posted on LJ on January 3rd, 2008 at 11:01 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Eve/Day. My sweetie had to work Christmas Eve, but got out surprisingly early. Ironically, we could have had more time with the family in NJ, but had already gone and come back. Gas prices prevent even the thought of doing that twice in a week! He got home, I went out to get his final gift, and we had good old Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese for dinner! We did our normal stuff and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the morning, he let me sleep in and was going to let me sleep in longer if I hadn't gotten up. I got up around 10:30 and came upstairs and had some cereal and we began the present opening. I felt a little inferior, as I do inescapably ever Christmas, thinking what I got him is not enough or not GOOD enough (his pile for me was bigger than my pile for him.) But I swallowed it best I could (I hope someday to overcome this evil curse...) and we exchanged and opened gifts. I had yummies in my stocking, "coal" popcorn (cocoa flavored), and the silicone case for my Sony MP3 player that I had ASKED for months ago. He had to remind me of this - for me, it was as if he got it for me unsolicited when I first opened it! Heh, my awful memory! I got a package of those yummy Ferrero Rocher hazelnut chocolates. I got a super fantastic calendar of my puppies that he made for me. I got a large sized picture of Storm (similar to the one of Rogue he gave me last year.) He gave me a weather center!! Squee! It has sensors you put outside - a wind gauge and another one that measures temp, barometer and other stuff. And the main unit communicates with those sensors wirelessly and the readout has a TON of information - the temperature, the humidity, the time and date, the cycle of the moon and you can even use it as an alarm clock! It is extremely cool! He gave me a CD I wanted as well. Woot!! I had gotten him a PSP game he wanted - Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons-Tactics, which he has been playing since he got it. I also gave him some chocolates in his stocking and a 4 pack of those special holiday mocha-peppermint Frappucinos they had out. The best gift I gave him was glass shelves for his display cases. Let me explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have these display cases we got for great prices at IKEA (on of our favorite places) and we installed lights in them and everything. But they only come with two glass shelves. EVERY TIME we visit IKEA, we check the "AS IS..." section of floor model, used, broken and piecemeal stuff for sale, but we have not found any shelves of that size at all. One day I was at this hardware store near my work and I was looking for pipe insulation (some of you know why...) and while I was there at the back counter, I saw someone get glass cut to order. Immediately, I knew what I was getting him for Christmas. Added bonus - they have double thickness glass! So I didn't have to get the single thickness like you would have in a picture frame, with things stacked on it. The glass that comes with the cases is tempered. I KNEW I would not be able to find that. But the double thick is just as good since we are not placing seriously heavy objects on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, he was excited and surprised! Both very good things, because he is hard to put one over on. Just a couple of weeks ago 'Battlestar Galactica: Razor' came out on DVD. So the day it comes out, he gets home and says he wants to go buy it. I immediately rolled my eyes (to myself) because damn if I did not just hear about it that week and think it would be a great Christmas present! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, anyway, we had a nice time giving each other stuff. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a movie we hadn't watched - Mystic River (Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, Laura Linney, Marcia Gay Harden, Kevin Bacon, Laurence Fishburne.) It is not a happy movie. This is the movie for which Sean Penn (deservedly!) finally won an Oscar for in 2003. So, we watched it, ate mexican appetizers and laid around all day, napping with puppies and watching TV after the movie was done. I called both brothers and my parents to see how their day had gone. Got some nice stories of gift opening and dinners and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was about it. I was very, very lucky to get the entire week off from work. Off meaning they closed down for the week. I mean, it's not like the kids are there right now. But they don't always do it. Under the present president (say that five times fast!) the decision has been made for three years running now to give that week off to the entire Staff and Faculty. So I took full advantage of the time off to laze around and do a lot of TV watching - Damn you, Discovery Channel, and your 'Mythbusters' and 'Dirty Jobs' marathons! I had lots of quality time with my pups and with my sweetie as I was HOME when he got home, rather than an hour or more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing else really to tell. The week was quiet and TV filled, the weekend was quiet and not as TV filled. I had Monday and Tuesday off, and my sweetie did not. So we did not go partying anywhere, but spent a quiet New Years Eve at home watching the ball drop on TV. I can't watch Dick Clark anymore because it makes me so sad. After he had the stroke 3+ years ago, he can't speak as well and he LOOKS so much older than he did just a couple of years ago. I feel so sad for him. But then I feel so happy for him that he has recovered as much as he has! Two years ago he could barely speak when he made his appearance on New Years Rockin' Eve. Last year he was better, but still not as good as now. It's just sad to see him getting old, when for years there was the running joke about the deals he must have made with the devil to stay looking exactly the same age year after year after year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, ball dropped, I watched until the wee hours. Fergie is a pretty good host. And she has some PIPES, man! I may not like everything she does, but I think she has one of the best voices out there right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That pretty much brings me current. I will be getting to the reflections and wishes for the new year over the next couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7581838253586724442?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7581838253586724442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7581838253586724442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7581838253586724442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7581838253586724442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/catching-up-continued.html' title='Catching up, continued...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-3520290060432433094</id><published>2008-01-02T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:16:49.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Playing catch up - old posts unposted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I want this blog to match my LJ for those who like one format over another....I wanted to make sure I am cross posting. I neglected to do so for my December posts, so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;This is for Louli!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 20th, 2007 at 3:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like what we saw the other day, though the kid we saw was not NEARLY as perfect as the kid this guy saw. I thought you would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article on 'Guitar Hero 3' impossible song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, it is a REAL SONG by a real band, not just written for the game. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Louli, you're my Guitar Hero!&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I hate being a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dec. 17th, 2007 at 9:26 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, there's nothing else to say about that. Even only every three months, it still SUCKS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Each Day Is Stupider Than The Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dec. 12th, 2007 at 3:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it was possible. But it is. The lack of skill being displayed by a person hired as a System Administrator is just amazing to me. The guy is not even FAKING it. He just bumbles through one task, taking hours to troubleshoot the problems he creates by making some change on the Exchange, Domain or File Servers, and then moves on to the next fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because his boss (my other boss) is not technically adept either, he DOESN'T KNOW THE GUY IS A BUMBLING IDIOT WHO IS SCREWING THINGS UP!!!!! The two of them know enough to take this network DOWN. And frankly, I hope they do. It would make my life SO much easier. But that won't happen. Bumbler will screw things up here and there, small enough that he can cover them or explain them away as a "necessary change", and things will continue status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job has become crappy really fast.&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Parties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dec. 3rd, 2007 at 2:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have taken two weeks for this one, but here is the link to my pics of Caleb's fun filled Wild West party!! Yeee-haw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lionemom/sets/72157603363227524/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Flickr set of Caleb's party pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics to come. Next it will be Marcy's birthday! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I have no pictures from the annual Boston outing because I broke the LCD screen on my camera and I don't know if it is actually taking pictures now. Grumble. *feels stupid*&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Belated Friday Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 3rd, 2007 at 2:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write about this Friday night, but I think I just needed to shut off the week and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my co-worker and I were asked to come in on a Saturday to "clean up" our area and the front room of the server rooms (sort of an ante-room, or could be a test station area if set up correctly.) We agreed and made arrangements between the two of us for a day and how long we would work, etc. So Friday, we go to our stupid "refresher" session on Outlook and how to archive (I learned exactly one thing) and at the end of the meeting, which ran long - past my co-worker's 4pm leave time - boss guy talks briefly about us coming in the next day. I joked that my co-worker said he would see me at 6:00 am, and that my response was, hope you like working alone! Then boss guy says, well, we'll see the progress Monday then. Just as I was about to agree and get out of there, he says, "I took pictures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there looking at him for a moment. I asked, "You took pictures?" with a look of disbelief, and a slight smile on my face. Smiling, he said, "Yeah! So we will be able to see the Before and After and how they look." He mentioned something about having to report to someone on it, blah blah. But at that point I just walked out, still with the dumb smile on my face. Because at this point in the week, I was just going to fall on the floor laughing hysterically. I just couldn't fathom his ridiculousness anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the hall and spoke to my co-worker. "He took pictures?!" And he said yes. That he had seen boss guy come around with a camera and take pictures of the area next to our cubicles during the week. Also, that boss guy had come into the server room and started to tell my co-worker HOW to clean up in that room earlier in the week. Not what he wanted where, but how - in terms of method - to clean up. At that point I just had to stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took pictures of the area we were cleaning up this weekend. This guy is unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-3520290060432433094?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/3520290060432433094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=3520290060432433094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3520290060432433094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/3520290060432433094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/playing-catch-up-old-posts-unposted.html' title='Playing catch up - old posts unposted...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-1108596047193310288</id><published>2008-01-02T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:18:16.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>New England Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just to prove the volatile nature of New England weather, I was POSITIVE when we got the snow on Dec 13th and 16th, about a foot between both storms, that it would stay around all winter.  I told my family that, I expressed that opinion to my sweetie...all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I drive to work today and there are only traces that there was even snow on the ground.  Two weeks ago it was hard to drive or park on any local street here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So goes the saying, "If you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-1108596047193310288?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1108596047193310288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=1108596047193310288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1108596047193310288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/1108596047193310288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-england-weather.html' title='New England Weather'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7174370551374515001</id><published>2008-01-02T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:14:07.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>New Year - New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Posted to LiveJournal - 2008-01-01 22:11:00 forgot to cross post to blogger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on in a while. A stark contrast from November when I was participating in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month.) I don't think I got burnt out, I just slacked off. work became more of a pain in the ass and so I slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I want to change. I am participating in Blog365, which is a group of folks that are trying to extend NaBloPoMo to a full year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog365.ning.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Info here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In the meantime, I have some catchup to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Dec 14th - I had a date with my girlies in Boston that turned into my own personal hell. Having just come off the snowstorm the day before that caused monumental driving delays in RI, CT and MA (it took me THREE HOURS to drive home from work - a FIFTEEN mile drive) I hit traffic when I left work on the way to Boston. It was smooth sailing from Providence to the 93/95 split when it screeched to a crawl. I didn't get over about 30 miles an hour all the way into Boston. Then when I got there, there was no parking anywhere. So I parked in a $25 dollar lot just because I needed to goddamn park. I was extremely late (the ladies had gotten to the restaurant where we met around 5:00 pm) and extremely cranky by the time I got there. I knew I was late and was ready to forgo eating because of it. Thankfully, my fantastic, wonderful, tolerant, beautiful, merciful friends insisted that I eat (and tolerated my crankiness the whole night.) I did and that probably saved me from leaving before the first half. We went to see Mamma Mia. It was interesting. Fun - yes. Weird - DEFINITELY! For whatever reason, I thought it was a musical about Abba. I knew it had the Abba songs, so I just assumed it was ABOUT Abba. I never thought twice that the posters had a chick in a wedding dress on them. Duh. Well, it was a love story about a wedding and a mom and her past loves. It was clever and most of the performers were really good. The lead adult guy was kind of schmaltzy. But then again, he was singing Abba songs. And I have one last thing to say about this. TERRIFYING CODPIECE!!! (Sorry, Anya, that ain't a dance belt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 15th - FINALLY got to attend the annual Christmas party thrown by Kara, Ben, Gene and Shell!! Woooooo! It was a LOT of fun! It was at Gene and Shell's house, which is the house he grew up in actually. Their house is nice and I liked it a lot! Lots of great food, my first sampling of Wassail (YUM!) and caroling around the neighborhood (so what if only one house had people awake?!?!) Had a significantly better time than the night before, not for want of good company either night, I might add!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 20th - My sweetie and I went to see A Christmas Carol at Trinity Repertory Company - something we have never done. It was nice. Some of the acting was somewhat amateurish (spoken by me, not a professional actor.) But that's just me being a theatre snob. :-) The singing was all very good, nice songs that I think they wrote for the play. Apparently they put a different spin on it every year, while keeping it period and traditional. Some of the accents were overdone which made them hard to understand. I would rather people with bad British accents just speak without one and enunciate well (case in point Kevin Costner in Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves.) It's amazing how much precise enunciation can SOUND like a British accent sometimes. Anyway, it was fun and we were able to get a great parking spot, despite the fact that it was the same night as Hannah Montana! If you are not aware, this is the biggest phenomenon since Britney first came out. Tickets were going on eBay for several hundred dollars because they were sold out everywhere. This is the same show for which a little girl and her mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/GMA/WinterConcert/story?id=4068368&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;made up a fake story about her father dying in Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to win tickets. Anyway, we had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 22nd - After my bake-fest (a day and a half, solid, of baking) we began the Christmas trip to NJ by driving to Fishkill, NY, to attend, at least for a short time, the annual Christmas get together of some friends from Lione. We got there to some shocked faces, some not so shocked. We could only really stay an hour. We got there at 10:30 and left at 11:30. We still had almost a two hour drive to my brother's house. We had a nice time, got some grab bag gifts and some (WOOT!) Starbucks gift cards from Louli-rabbit (did I mention WOOT!), did some chatting and then had to leave. We finally got to see Greg's bar, which was cool. For whatever reason, we both thought it would be bigger. But it was pretty cool, nonetheless. It's pretty neat to know someone who owns a bar! If only it were closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to NJ and my sister-in-law was up with the baby, who was on a nursing strike and also refusing to sleep. She went off to bed pretty quick, as did we. Got up the next morning to my niece and nephew making happy noises downstairs as he chased her around. My parents got there a short time later and we hung out, I made some french toast when someone said something about breakfast, which it turned out everyone had already eaten. It got eaten anyway and then we exchanged gifts with my parents. In our annual grab bag (for the adults - kids all get gifts) my dad had picked me. He got me a fantastic bowl off of eBay. It is enameled metal and made by a company named Finel. The same company made a bowl that has been in my parents house since they got married (40 years ago this past year!) We used this red bowl just about every night for dinner. For Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese, for pasta, for anything. I always liked the bowl and I am sure I mentioned something about it to my parents a while ago. So my dad found one like it online and got it for me. Very cool! My parents also gave me the messenger bag I had really wanted (but was sure I would not get, kind of pricey.) Rock! I also got A towel. One. I had put on my wish list that I wanted some Bath Sheet type towels. The REALLY BIG ones. I put down four (4) thinking that my sweetie and I would each have one and one for the laundry. Two would have been great, because we would each have one. But my mother got me...one. I shall say no more about that. I think it speaks for itself. My sis-in-law got me a funnel cake kit. Mmmmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our gifts for my niece and nephews and my sweetie left his for my sis-in-law, whom he had picked. My sweetie also got a gift card for my mother in a cool gift card presenter thingy. You slide the gift card inside, and when they press the button, it pops out the side and plays a little "da da da da daaaaahhh" music fanfare. Totally my mother. And, as if there were any doubt, she clicked the button like 10 times immediately after receiving it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home Sunday night because my sweetie had to work Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7174370551374515001?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7174370551374515001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7174370551374515001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7174370551374515001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7174370551374515001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-post.html' title='New Year - New Post'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-898667193377845162</id><published>2007-11-29T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:46:18.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>More fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a Help Desk IT Tech.  My job description includes Desktop computer support of all types - Operating System, Application/Program Support, Network issues, Hardware issues - you name it and if it happens to a computer, I resolve it.  I have been at this job for a year and have been providing technical level customer support for almost ten years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a side note, no, I do not have a degree or certifications (yet.)  But in every office job I have held, I have ALWAYS become the "go-to" person for the computer.  How do I print this, how do I use my e-mail, how do I change this setting, how do I make this program do this random thing.  I help my friends and family with their computers (except my dad and brothers, who are also tech geek folks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week we are migrating our Exchange e-mail server to the Main I.T. Dept e-mail server.  So we have to help our users clean out their e-mail boxes and archive stuff so the mailboxes are as small as possible for the migration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I get an e-mail today from boss guy saying that the e-mail "guru" from the Main I.T. Department "has graciously agreed to review the email archiving features of Outlook with us (the IT staff) so we will be prepared for our information sessions next week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nearly fell off my chair.  I was so insulted that my boss actually thought I needed a refresher course, in E-mail management and archiving. And I was offended for my co-worker because he is quite knowledgeable as well.  I sat with my head in my hands for several minutes and then decided I needed to try and say something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I wrote back, "Do you really think this is necessary?  I mean, this is something (my co-worker) and I do every day with people.  I have a thorough understanding of using archiving and personal folder files (.pst files).   Just asking."  Mind you, I ACCEPTED the meeting request, even though I did not agree it was even necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I get back, "I believe there are multiple ways to achieve the same results, so Id like to use this session to understand each method and to collectively select one method that we can all use. In addition, he will review the utility that copies archives from the local drive to the network so we can decide if we want to implement this feature."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The utility review was actually going to be helpful, but he didn't bother to mention that the first time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, in essence, this is what he was saying to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't care if you think you know about archiving.  I don't and since I have never asked you to provide me with a full explanation of archiving, I don't believe you know what you think you know about it.  The Main I.T. Dept is god, so we should learn from them.  Plus I don't know anything about it, so I am hiding behind you guys to learn from someone professional instead of asking my underlings to teach me something.  Plus we will actually learn something that we need to know (archive copy to network for backing up), which I failed to mention in the meeting request.  Thanks for remaining the peon that you are, Boss Guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, banner week for me here at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-898667193377845162?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/898667193377845162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=898667193377845162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/898667193377845162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/898667193377845162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-fun.html' title='More fun...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-2656210030583816000</id><published>2007-11-28T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:19:23.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weeks like this make me want to a) curl up in a ball and just cry; b) get in my car and drive far, far away from everything and everyone and find a small town somewhere that I can just work in the local hardware store; c) go all clocktower on everyone's asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet another day of the fun game of "fix other people's mistakes", also known as "I have no foresight, do you?"  And I got to also include the bonus side game of "please the unpleaseable control freak."  If these were REAL games, they would have PRIZES, or at least cool parting gifts.  Those fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I had more positive things to write about today.  But it just isn't there.  The weekend has to happen SOON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-2656210030583816000?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2656210030583816000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=2656210030583816000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2656210030583816000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/2656210030583816000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-4623082432211537932</id><published>2007-11-28T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:45:38.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><title type='text'>Sounds like fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's have a network, where people log in using applications over the DNS servers, and connect to other applications through the main campus firewall. Then....lets reconfigure the DNS server settings and where they point to and redirect to. But let's do that during the day, when everyone is in the office and we can immediately know that no one can get into these applications and they can call us and get angry and complain. But let's not tell the IT Tech what we're doing, let's let her find out when 10 people all call and e-mail her within a 3 minute span of time and she comes over asking what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like a truckload of fun. Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-4623082432211537932?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4623082432211537932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=4623082432211537932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4623082432211537932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/4623082432211537932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2007/11/sounds-like-fun.html' title='Sounds like fun...'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-499437519355940829</id><published>2007-11-26T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:40:27.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a couple of days, I know.  I totally did NOT make NaBloPoMo.  I missed 4 days now.  Not in a row, but still.  But let's not count our chicks yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turkey day was yummy and good times.  Spent with sister-in-law's family, my brother, my parents and my sweetie.  Friday was the annual trek by my sweetie and my sis-in-law out into the Black Friday ridiculously early morning madness.  They had a good time, as usual.  There was talk of someone among us going and waiting outside Best Buy at midnight to try and get a good spot in line for a $200 computer or a $400 laptop, but that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My nephew is getting bigger by the minute it seems.  He is a cutie for sure though.  Very smiley and responsive for 3 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And on the way home we stopped in CT for a special girl's birthday party at Molly Darcy's in Danbury.  It was great fun, as usual.  Part of the funny was that &lt;a href="http://homestarwannab.livejournal.com/"&gt;homestarwannab&lt;/a&gt; just turned 21, and made the HUGE mistake of challenging a friend of ours that just cannot be matched for alcohol consumption.  We headed home at about 18 shots.  We actually haven't heard from him yet, so we are wondering how he fared the rest of the night.  I am betting he had THE hangover of his life the next day.  Or maybe today, that's how much he was drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday was quiet.  Today was back to work - yuk.  I hope the week flies by.  I am already tired of work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-499437519355940829?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/499437519355940829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=499437519355940829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/499437519355940829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/499437519355940829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35806567.post-7885255083431339277</id><published>2007-11-24T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:07:12.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am having a great weekend, and it's not even over.  I am having good family time with my brother and sister-in-law and my niece and nephews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sweetie and sister-in-law got up at 4:30am and did their annual Black Friday shopping excursion.  Many bargains were gotten and many purchases were made.  The employees at Toys'r'us were the most organized, the employees at Best Buy were the nicest and Staples was a nightmare with pushing shoving and rudeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stayed home and slept until they pulled into the garage at 10:30 am.  Woo!!  And tonight we girls went to the movies and saw Enchanted.  A very good choice, I must say.  Cute, romantic, FUNNY and good music.  Worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was sort of a musical kind of day actually.  We watched Legally Blonde, the musical.  They had it on their DVR from an MTV performance of it.  VERY funny and catchy.  I think I need the soundtrack now.  (oh. my. god. ohmygod you guys!)  Sounds like a Christmas gift to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, tomorrow I see friends for a birthday night out and then head home at some ungodly late hour (because the ride is 3 hours from Danbury, so any way we do it, we will get home after midnight.)  Should be fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35806567-7885255083431339277?l=notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7885255083431339277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35806567&amp;postID=7885255083431339277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7885255083431339277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35806567/posts/default/7885255083431339277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notcleverlynamed.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Willow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11808002932087722039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMPEOAIDYyc/TT-_agV-1MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zkGT4YikkYw/s220/MangaLinda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
