DLand - So That's Why They Call Him Amazing

To paraphrase Mary Jane, Spider-Man is ... amazing.Jeremy and I had a great evening of sushi and cinema. I'll leave the film commentary to him as he shared a lot with me already and I'm sure could fill an entire entry about how Spidey could kick Batman's ass. I did get to cruise around in the SHO tonight, though. The SHO is running nicely (once we reconnected the battery in the driveway) and it was pretty peppy. Still a homely little car, but a real sleeper. I have, however, found the car of my dreams. I am going to test drive one tomorrow just to revel in its cuteness and peppiness. Jeremy says he doesn't trust first year models of cars, but Mr. Pot can't be telling Ms. Kettle what kind of car to lust after when he drives the first model year of a Ford Taurus SHO from 1989. So I'm in the bathroom after the movie and these two girls are chattering away in the stalls to my left. They are going on and on about how great Toby Maguire was in the movie and one girl says she didn't think he would make a good Spider-Man and she thought he would be really blah but he wasn't. As I'm buttoning my shorts I blurt out, “there is absolutely nothing blah about Toby Maguire.” Dead silence falls over the bathroom as they take in the unsolicited commentary from two stalls over. Hmph. I waltz out, images of a topless Toby running through my head.

DLand - The Only Kind of Optimistic to Be

Look at her. She looks so damn happy. I seem to recall the scraped chin to have come from falling off the swing in the back yard. That's what one gets for swinging with no hands, I suppose (attempting to fly, as I recall). But it doesn't seem to have affected her spirits. My parents have boxes and boxes of pictures of a little girl like this.When life is getting you down, buy toys. I have a new computer and the multimedia capabilities of it are astounding. I can watch TV on my computer. Because you know, listening to music while chatting online and terminal serving into my computer at work is just not enough sensory input for me. I have to have Comedy Channel too. My neighbor next door came over to ask what I knew about Business Statistics. Uh, nothing. She and her friend have an exam on Monday and are desperate for understanding. I gave her sympathy and a good luck, but just don't think I'd make the best study partner. Like Barbie says, math is hard. When I was about the age of that picture, my parents moved to the house that they're in now. Our first Christmas there was very exciting. Hell, everything is exciting when you're four. My brother was in an angsty mood on Christmas day (the weight of the world is heavy when you're 11) and my mother cautioned him to cheer up before he ruined anyone else's Christmas. As I motored past in the hall, I stopped and turned to them, declaring, “he's not gonna ruin my Christmas.” Nope. No sirree. Bossman said once the only kind of optimistic is foolishly optimistic. But I'm not sure that's completely true. I'm an optimistic person. Have been my whole life. And I would like to think that I haven't also been a fool my whole life. Time will only tell, I suppose. And I found out today that my voicemail deletes messages after 30 days. Stupid phone. How am I supposed to be an disorganized packrat with limitations like that? Sigh.

DLand - Ah, the Workman's Comp Form Would Be Great

Great If I had a job description at this wacky place, it sure would be a colorful one.We moved some computers around today in the office and Bossman needed the network cable hooked back up to the wall. He's got one of those wrap around desks and the network jack is in the back corner. Crawling on the floor was not an option given the solid back of the desk. So I had to take the high road. Squeezing my body behind the 21” monitor, I got it plugged in only to lose my balance and fall forward into the hole. I couldn't push off because my fingers were only brushing the carpet but not really touching it. And my knees were on top of important papers on the desk, not giving me much traction. Bossman: “Uh, are you okay?” Me: “I sink I'm schtuck.” Bossman: “What?” Me: (pushing face off of wall) “I said, I think I'm stuck!” Ass in the air and feet swinging off the edge of the desk, my entire torso had slipped down and was pressed between the desk and the wall. Bossman: “I would help, but I'm not sure what I can grab hold of safely.” He grabbed the cuff of my overalls, pulling my leg off the desk and leaving me balancing between my left knee on the desk and my left cheekbone up against the wall. I was starting to sink into the hole. Bossman tugged the hammer loop on my overalls trying to get me out but that loop is on my left leg - the one keeping me on the table. I was laughing so hard at this point that I could barely breath and was definitely falling into the hole where I would never get out. My main concern was falling on the UPS and killing power to the machines (as opposed to killing myself). Somehow I managed to get my fingers up against the back of the desk. I then pushed my face up against the wall and started creeping back out. The whole time listening to Bossman behind me warn “you're going to break my speakers ... oh, my god, the Mountain Dew ... oh, good grief.” This is why I don't where skirts to work very often.