Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Air of Superiority

I think I need to revise using the phrase, "I'm almost the nicest person I know." I say this as I'm sitting at home editing the latest chapter of work put out by our company's documentation department. And, it's full of red ink.
Am I just a bitch? Am I just a snob? Hard to say.
But, in all honesty, I still think I'm just about the nicest person I know.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Oh, and by the way...

I think we need to invent some technology that allows us to have the final words in various scenarios. Like, when we're driving and somebody does something stupid and you just want to pause the world and set them straight. But, then again, I suppose that could backfire. On the off chance that I do something wrong (you've heard the George Carlin bit about everyone driving slower than you is an idiot and everyone driving faster than you is a maniac?) while driving, I suppose it would be good to be notified in words, rather than an impersonal, half-second-too-long honk. At the very least, it would be nice to be able to talk it out.
More specifically I bring this up because I'm increasing frustrated with my eHarmony experience. Yes, I'm that kind of pathetic -- I pay a service $39-ish dollars a month, for the last ten months, to help set me up with compatible blokes. So far I've gotten to the honest-to-goodness-date step with two guys. One worked okay, but we're better as friends. Friends, mind you, who talk about going to movies and having dinner but never seem to be able to get it together. And the other, well, let's just say he pays more attention to me now than when we were actually "going out." But, back to my point.
For those of you unfamiliar with eHarmony, you take about an hour to fill out their questionarre, then they match you up with others and you go through four steps of Guided Communication. Multiple choice questions get answered, free-form questions get answered, and finally you get to move sending little email type messages. At any point in the Communication, either party can put the other on Hold or Close them out competely -- with or without explanation. And by explanation I mean pre-determined eHarmony chosen pat phrases like "I think the physical distance between us is too great" and "I'm taking a break from my search." My favorite one is, "Other," though. And back to the REAL point of this rant. I got the "Other" closed out message this morning and just wanted to send a message back, you know, get the final word. Something to the effect of, "Oh, and by the way, I was going to Close YOU out, but thought I'd give you a chance......AND I think the physical distance between us is too great."

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Thread Killer

I might just be over sensitive lately (yes, this has been known to happen from time to time) but I've just got this feeling of being The Thread Killer on the bulletin board of the drum corps I'm with.
Post, post, post, post, some comment (generally of the pithy nature) by me, thread flatlines.
Oh, that and I'm bitter about people I contact not contacting me back.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

I *heart* Bassoons

It occurred to me today, I really love bassoons. I don't know if it's because I used to play one or what. I hear any kind of music with a bassoon in it and my brain says, "hey, I know that instrument, that's a bassoon, and I like bassoons" and then I smile.
I know, I have questionable obsessions, but that's a whole other entry here.
I didn't realize how much I really like this instrument until I was on hold waiting to talk to a client today and their muzak on the phone has a fake bassoon in it and I smiled. Apparently I even *heart* simulated bassoons.
I need help, perhaps the professional kind.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006


I have a new favorite word.

I never win anything...

Oh wait, I won the final quarter of the Superbowl pool. I won't disclose the amount, lest the IRS is keeping up on this blog. What I will say is that I had enough to treat myself to the second season of Remington Steele on dvd.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Promise Keeper

I made a promise to myself -- I'm going to get drunk tonight.