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Thursday, June 13, 2002

You'll Never Get It Out Of The Carpet, Either.

Someone came home late last night with a funny-lookin' white tit sling on her head. She said she something about having no vices, so she must have been drunk out of her mind.

Anyway, I guess the bribes worked. Congratulations Sister Edith.

01:20 PM PST (link)

One Big Gay Cherry.

"I was like, 'Am I straight? Am I gay?' And then I realized...I'm just slutty. Where's my parade?"

Oh yeah! I missed out on seeing Margaret perform live last year, so I'm really looking forward to seeing Notorious C.H.O., one of the opening movies of the Lesbian and Gay Film Festival. Tonight begins a busy couple of weeks of movies, concerts and other events.

But before that, I will have to crawl my way out of Hell first, and cringe knowing that I will have to go back down into the pit again tomorrow. Didn't I put in my contract that I don't do Powerpoint? Is it too late to add it?

12:57 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, June 11, 2002

Wimp.

I forgot to tell the people at the testing facility that I need to lie down when they draw blood. But this time the surprise was on me: the dizziness and profuse sweating happened before she even stuck me.

I'm such a wimp around needles. Just thinking about it now makes me feel anxious and sick. In fact, I'm reminded of when I was a little child—Mom, how old was I, around five or six?—and after a routine innoculation, I insisted on wearing my arm in a sling for a day or two because it felt "weird."

If I thought I could get away with the sling today, I'd consider it.

11:55 AM PST (link)

For Science!

Dutifully reminded, (thanks, Sherilyn!) I ran out in front of our building with a piece of cardboard and a piece of foam core. I thought I was going to be the only science geek out front watching the eclipse, but there were a few people gathered around my friend A., who had prepared well in advance. He had extra large FedEx tubes with black paper at the top and a viewing area cut in to provide optimal shade for contrast. Another woman had brought a piece of welding glass that was dark enough to get a quick look directly at it.

Neat. Very neat.

We stood out there for a while; eventually I gave up trying to keep my flimsy boards parallel in the wind and carried a tube as well, trying to get people leaving work in the neighborhood to look at the eclipses. A. had just taken an astronomy course, and we talked with people about the relative rarity of eclipses, whether we thought the quality of light was different or not. Unfortunately we had to remind more than a few people not to look directly at the sun. Most people who tried figured it out pretty quickly.

A few people walked past, doing their best to ignore the lunatics on the sidewalk ("Mustn't...make...eye contact..."). More than one person said they were too late for their train to look at the eclipse. But A. heard the best one: "I'll look at it later." Later? When, tonight after Letterman?

I left A. showing people the gradually enlarging crescent in the tube, but I had to agree when he said, "I think we've done some good out here today for science." Makes me think I might want to eclipse chasing sometime.

12:27 AM PST (link)

Monday, June 10, 2002

Automatically Deflated.

Let me tell you, when I die, I'm gonna be so damn healthy. I bought my own ~~Smigmo~~ ~~Sphincto~~ ~~Sphygmono~~ blood pressure cuff and have been fairly religiously testing myself. (At the moment I seem to be on the high side of normal, or the low side of high, depending on your point of view.) Actually, I admit that I get a little too much pleasure out of testing people. The cuff came to work with me today, but I've been good and haven't attacked too terribly many of my coworkers with my madd boa constricta skillz.

But if you're in the South of Market area and need your blood pressure tested, you know who to ask.

Anyway, at five today, I was wilting like my leftover salad from lunch. I'll have you know that after a moment thinking about the peanut butter cookies in the vending machine, I decided to eat healthy now and have a little dessert later. I marched over to the cafe next door, and paid way too much for a mushy green apple. (Note to self: bring fruit from home.) As I stood in line, I was so damn proud of myself. So much so that I thought, momentarily, about buying myself a donut as a prize for being good.

Sigh. I think I know what my next obstacle will be to overcome.

05:43 PM PST (link)