This one happened a while back, but I don’t think I mentioned it. I was on my way home from work and there was a man sitting near me listening to music with the standard white iPod earbuds. Because I was standing and holding a pole right next to his seat, I happened to notice that the earbuds in fact were connected to an ancient Sony Discman, which was more or less hidden inside his bag (I could only see it because I was almost directly over him). I mentioned this to my coworkers and we wondered how such a thing could come to pass. As I see it, there are two possibilities. He may actually be an iPod owner, and perhaps his iPod is being serviced or was stolen or something, and he’s had to resort to a Discman in the meantime. But the other, more scintillating possibility, is that this is someone who actually went out and bought a pair of Apple earbuds in order to make people think he had an iPod, when he in fact does not. I hope for his sake that it’s the former. Because otherwise, I mean, yow!
The second Subway Thing: someone passed out on the train I was on yesterday morning. I’ve been on many a train that’s been held in the station due to “a sick passenger,” but this was the first time I actually saw it happen. The passenger in question was a well-dressed Asian woman who seemed to be on her way to work - she had been standing and holding onto a pole when she just suddenly collapsed. A mystery.
The need that I possess for my vacation is like a tangible thing. It perches nearby - perhaps next to plush Cthulhu on my monitor - and watches while I scramble to clean out my inbox and check everything off my to-do list before I leave.
Three more days, three more days, three more days.
I spent the weekend feeling like crap, again. I feel only slightly less like crap this morning, but the prospect of my vacation starting four days from now is helping at least a little bit.
I played my mage a little more over the weekend. By the time I hit 39, I already had Robes of the Lich, Triune Amulet, and Whitemane’s Chapeau waiting for me in the bank. It’s good to have people to run you through instances before you can even wear the rewards. I’m 40 now and done with both Scarlet Monastery and Razorfen Downs, so I’m not exactly sure what to do with myself for the next few levels. But I’m sure I’ll think of something.
So I get the Crate & Barrel catalog, and a few weeks ago I was leafing through it when I saw this photo. Now, as you’ll notice, one of those frames contains an NYU diploma, and I myself just happen to have an NYU diploma sitting in a mailing envelope in my closet. I would like to get it framed so that it doesn’t end up getting bent or folded or otherwise fucked up. So I figured hey, fifteen bucks is a pretty good deal, and I tacked that very frame onto an order Chris and I were already placing (mmm, new toaster oven).
The thing is: the frame showed up, and my god damned diploma doesn’t fit in it. It’s about an inch too big in each dimension. I mean, what the fuck? In any case, now I have a diploma frame and no diploma to put in it. Awesome.
So yesterday I woke up, once again, with the plague - sore throat, fever, congestion, the works. I really need to get me a new immune system. I stayed home yesterday, but I’m at work today to handle some things that need to get done before the weekend. Here’s hoping this goes away within a couple of days.
Love, love, love this weather. Just feeling that slight chill in the air makes me so happy - I guess this is how other people feel when it starts to warm up in the spring, but they must be crazy because fall is without doubt the best time of the year. Time to break out the jackets and hoodies and eat things involving pumpkin.
I’m taking a week off around Labor Day, and I’ll be spending part of that in Massachusetts. I don’t much care for the four hour train ride, but it should be really nice to get away for a few days.
I have a tiny plush Cthulhu sitting on my monitor at work, and he watches me all day long. I haven’t yet gone insane from his cuddly presence, but I’m sure it will happen eventually. Melissa fears him, as well she should.
I put some time into my much-neglected lowbie undead mage over the weekend. CowboyNeal and a guildie ran me through the library in SM twice, and as a result I have my Illusionary Rod and Mantle of Doan at 34. I have the robe as well, but it sucks.
Because she knows I enjoy combing my server logs for bizarre search queries that bring people to my site (like how to bleach your eyebrows), my coworker Tracy spent some time yesterday abusing Google to leave the following gems in my referrer stats. That’s why she’s the best.
1 Not true! I also wear olive green and dark brown.
My favorite thing about Tiger: the Weather widget. No more suffering through the dancing refinancing pigs on weather.com just to find out whether or not I should bring an umbrella. Well, okay, my REAL favorite thing about Tiger is Spotlight. But that’s everyone’s favorite thing about Tiger (or it should be), so it doesn’t count.
I’m full of excellent pizza and excellent gelato, and it’s still not hot out. It could be worse.
I bought a pack of cloves recently and finally got around to having one yesterday, as the weather was nice enough to actually take a cigarette break during the day. I normally have a pack in my purse, but I went a couple months without one this time, I guess because the weather had made me unwilling to walk to the tobacco shop and then stand outside long enough to smoke.
In any case, the smell of cloves is still tied very closely for me to the year I was 18-19, and smoking one always makes me want to go dye my hair black again and listen to Sisters of Mercy. Which I probably will - the Sisters part, not the dye part.
