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Friday, April 12, 2002

Grey Bar Zoning.

I'm such a Web elitist. I'm actually helping to work on a print piece today (a rarity for me,) and it's driving me nuts. The only good thing about dealing with files for print: plenty of time to surf the Web on the other computer while waiting for Photoshop to open the frickin' artwork. Open, dammit! I could have built a whole Website for this by now!!! FASTER FASTER FASTER!

Do you think Web work has shortened my attention span?

[Looks away]

...Um...What was I saying?

05:36 PM PST (link)

Stumbling Into Friday.

Being told (by our department's Vice President, no less) to leave work and go for drinks seemed like a wonderful idea at the time. But I think the shot of Patrón has pushed me this far over the limit. When I show up tomorrow in dirty clothes because I was too drunk to do laundry, they may rethink their decision.

This will be the weekend of San Rafael. Not only are we seeing Jonathan Richman at New George's on Friday, but also the next night is the Miss Gay Marin Pageant...at New George's. My assignment for Monday morning: compare and contrast the two audiences. I also hope to see last month's crew (and other wonderful local blogfolk) to cheer on the Girls' ~~bloodbath~~ contest.

This all means I'm not likely to play much Black and White this weekend. Which is OK, since I have a feeling someone else will do just fine power-testing it for me.

02:17 AM PST (link)

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

Institutional Food.

As we walked back from the Sales Training Meeting (and no, I'm not trained to sell now) with our box lunches, a co-worker mentioned that we're eating three meals today on the corporate bill. I realize it's true: buffet hotel breakfast before a morning session on Customer Relationship Management (with plenty of coffee, por supuesto) and dinner tonight with our East Coast manager. I'm reminded of someone I worked with who never ate food the company provided, because it left you somehow beholden to the company, having broken bread with your employers. Like your eating with the Godfather: "Leave the gun, Take the Cannoli."

I have no such problems. Are you gonna finish that dessert?

Speaking of being fed, the Boyfriend pointed me towards a story about Prison Loaf, fed to misbehaving prison inmates for a week at at time. What's in it? (Ingredients listed for three loaves.)

6 slices whole wheat bread, finely chopped
4 ounces imitation cheddar cheese, finely grated
4 ounces raw carrots, finely grated
12 ounces spinach, canned, drained
2 cups dried Great Northern Beans, soaked, cooked and drained
4 tablespoons vegetable oil
6 ounces potato flakes, dehydrated
6 ounces tomato paste
8 ounces powdered skim milk
4 ounces raisins

Wait, wait...this is used as punishment? I think this was the vegetarian entree I had for Thanksgiving Dinner last year. I'll have to try making it and will let you know the results.

02:26 PM PST (link)

Plunge Taken.

But I don't want to go to bed yet—I still want to lick the widgets. (Watch this space for further Mac OS X whines and sobs.)

01:59 AM PST (link)

Sunday, April 7, 2002

Mascara and Khaki Pants?

I'm tempted to go to Death Rock Booty Call tonight at The Stud. I'm intrigued by their name alone. But I'm not sure I should:

1. I have to be at the National Sales Meeting tomorrow morning at 8AM. (Yes, I am a Graphic Designer. No, you shouldn't ask why I'm going to the Sales Training. Sob.)

2. The time change always screws up my schedule disproportionately. I'll probably be late to absolutely everything for the next week, and there's no need to make it worse by varying my schedule tonight.

3. Perhaps most importantly, I don't trust what they'll play for "death rock." I find it suspicious that the Website has more pictures of the girls who go there than playlists.

Pretentious, moi? Maybe, but then again, my iTunes playlist just jumped from KMFDM to RuPaul; so who am I to judge?

08:03 PM PST (link)