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April 10, 2008

ch-ch-changes

A couple of years ago, I enlisted the help of some very nice people who had some very considerable programming skills to help me build a website. I was hot under the collar about tags and categories and extrememly envious of the MovableType users who had these slick interfaces and awesome piles of tags and categories. Skip ahead to two years later and I've barely used the categories and have never tagged any of my posts. So, I think I am ready to cross that off my list of "important things."

And I don't know if it's just me, but MT is like alien code. I get HTML, I can sludge through CSS a little bit, I understand some Visual Basic, so it's not like I don't know how to read code, but I just DON'T GET IT. Which means that I am probably missing out on a fair bit of bells and whistles. Or maybe I'm using them all and don't know it. Either way, it's a waste. I want the ability to change some stuff, but I can't without paying someone.

So, I think that I am going back to Blogger. I know that some people hate it, but it's idiot-proof. It's built for stoopids (hooray!) and has an easy-to-use interface. It also has some new(er) bells and whistles since I was there last - including tags and categories! - and I'll get back some of the things that I lost, like interface with Flickr, email posting, audio posting, WYSIWYG editor (this is what I have missed the most), and responsiveness. I'm sure it's something to do with my own server, but shitsticks, MT goes SLOW all the time and I get a lot of error messages.

Sorry to the Blogger detractors, but over the next week I am going to be migrating the platform back to Blogger. URL and all the vitals will be the same, except the RSS feed will probably change (for the one person out there that uses it). I'll post it when I'm done. Oh, and the comment system will change. I'm still on the fence about using the built-in comment feature from Blogger or going back to Haloscan. If I use the built-in, it won't require that you enter an anti-spam key or have a Google account, so it would work kinda like any other comment system. I've worked w/Haloscan in the past and one of the benefits is that commenters can get comment updates via email. Any thoughts?

April 9, 2008

more things that I don't care about

But maybe YOU know someone?

FANCY DISHES
I have a set of china that I am looking to get rid of. Um, I mean, find a good home for. Firstly, we are not "fine china" people so I have zero use for this set, although it's very nice and actually pretty 'plain' by china pattern standards. It's called "Midnight Mist" and is made by Franciscan China. (I'm hoping Google will send me an angel).

The long and short story of this set is that my uncle worked for a time at Franciscan as a young man and so he got this set of china hot off the press, as it were, and it was very special to him. Those and some floor tiles that the people at Franciscan also made for him. ANYWAY, he saved these dishes until he got married and it was their wedding china and all that sweetness, but when he eventually got divorced and remarried to Satan, she refused to use his old china - or to even have it in her house. She literally showed up at my apartment one day, unannounced with a giant cardboard box and said "here, HE wants you to have these", dropped the box on the doorstep and left. Inside was a bunch of broken dishes. Nothing inside this box was wrapped or protected so much of it broke. Which was sad. Especially since he loved it so much. I felt guilty getting rid of it for such a long time, but now he's passed away and there's nobody left to love the china, it's time to move it along to the next person who will love it.

I contacted a replacement company which will sell me a dish for $59.99 but will only pay me TEN CENTS to buy one from me. And I have to pay the shipping. Via FedEx with extra extra extra insurance. Basically it will cost me 1000% more to ship it than I will make selling it. Makes no sense.

eBay seems kind of lukewarm on this pattern. The things that are selling are small sets at a super low price, which again seems like a waste. I'll spend more in listing fees than I will actually make on the sale. DUMB.

SO, internet peoples: anyone want some china? Some of it is kind of scratched and 'grazed' as they say mostly from being stored and carted around in a box without being packed (the dishes rubbed together). I'd prefer to send it to a good home where someone cares about it rather than sell it for 15 cents on eBay. And, of course, I'd prefer if you do the same. I'm not crazy sentimental about "ooh, but he loved this china" because I'll keep an old dinged-up cup or something and I have shards of the broken pieces that I can mosaic into something someday. I just want to find someone who WANTS it. It feels selfish to have a box in my garage full of something that I don't care about but someone else does. You know what I mean?

April 7, 2008

End of Times

This is reportedly a year book photo, although I sincerely doubt it. Regardless, how old are these people? 18? Everything about this maternity modeling picture is just wrong.

New Kids on the Block reuniting. "We absolutely will do the old songs for sure."

The whole situation is bizarre, but Best Week Ever calling him the "Pregnant Transman" gets me every time.

so many good things

Happy Birthday, Speedy! Man, this year went by quick! It seems like just yesterday that you were the new guy. And now - all of the sudden - you're a year old? You're making me old, kid. Please stop now. Thank you. Love, Auntie Mia

Unfortunately, we weren't able to join the par-tay to celebrate Max's first spin around the sun because of work and blah blah blah. But we did squeeze in a little bit of fun this weekend.

Friday night, we went to see the latest installment of Scandal! which was awesome. It's always hard to explain, because it's hard to get your brain around the idea of a truly live, improved show that is also a soap opera. You think that they had to have conferred on some key points or that one joke, but no! I have one or two more videos still to post, but you can find some key scenes on my YouTube account. If they seem a little biased it's because they ARE and my memory card can only hold about 20 minutes of video, so I use the video to film Kate. Because I love Kate. Everyone else is nice and does great work, but I'd be mad at myself if I didn't get Kate's scenes either through photo or video.

After the show, we dropped in virtually unannounced* on Adam to bring him some cookies from Susina's. We don't know what they're really called, but they're Cherry Bombs. The best tasting most delicious dark cherry you've ever had rolled in a 'crust' of sliced almonds. It makes my mouth water just to think of it. Poor Adam was slaving away doing the MOST PROFESSIONAL editing job I have ever seen for a video that was basically going to be for a bunch of friendly people - meaning that he didn't need to flog himself nearly as hard as he did. But he DID. Because he's a pro and the video was awesome. So we forced him to take a break. Until 3am and then we decided that maybe people want to go to sleep or just not have freaks in their office and headed toward home. I zombie walked in the door, brushed my teeth (half-assed) and fell asleep as soon as my face touched [the cool side of] the pillow.

On Saturday we went GROCERY SHOPPING - ooooooh aaaaaaaah - and I bought all kinds of stuff because I am convincing myself that I can bring my lunch to work and I have been thieving ideas for meals from the Laptop Lunches pool on Flickr. My inner cheap bastard refuses to let me pay $100 for one of these bento box "lunch kits" but I have enough containers and tin foil to make it work on my own, I think. And now I have the food part of the equation, I should be alright.

Sunday, Ryan agreed to take me to Disneyland for a few hours because he hasn't been since December (dumb!) and I really wanted to go. It turned out perfect. We got there in the early evening, just as all the crowds were leaving. We strolled around leisurely, ran into friends from out of town (random!), ate some crack pasta, took some pictures, and even rode a bunch of rides. With zero effort! The line was short(ish) at the end of the night for the Submarine Voyage (now a Finding Nemo theme thing) which apparently Ryan has never been on. He was impressed, and the Nemo overlay is some pretty high-tech stuff. He also liked the new Haunted Mansion effects and had a fantastic time chatting with an Australian lady sitting next to him for Tower of Terror (she was scared shitless, he offered words of encouragement and also a barf bag). It was a great night and the perfect end to the weekend.

It was just so nice to be home, in my own bed, being lazy on my own couch. Because, you know, I NEVER get to do that. ;-)

*which I HATE more than anything, so please don't do it to me. Ever. Never.

April 4, 2008

things that I care (or don't) about

Inspired by Styro, I started thinking about this list.

Things that I should probably care about but don't:

Budgeting - which explains why my finances are always a mess. Ryan and I make decent money, so we tend to just spend when we want on what we want and not think about it, and then are flabbergasted when it's the end of the month and we're piss-ass broke. I'm adding 'budgeting' to my Things To Do in 2008 list, because I am fairly sure that we could buy a Carribbean island for what we spend on bagels every year.

Coupons - see above. Which is strange, because when we get those Val Packs and neighborhood coupon magazines, I ALWAYS look through them. "Ooh, save 30% at the beauty supply" and then I clip the coupon and promptly lose it. My brain has a very small window of time to remember such things. Right now if you opened my wallet, you will probably see tons of these coupons that expired last August.

Paying Bills on Time - I learned early on in my Broke as a Joke years that utility companies are a lot nicer than people give them credit for. And yeah, I am a total scumbag for not paying right away, but the reality is that I am stupid and I FORGET sometimes. But for most utilities and such, there isn't a late fee unless you haven't paid in several months (like maybe 5 months), and even then it's managable ($7 or whatever is worth it if you have to wait until payday to send a check). In some of our tighter times, I have even asked for extensions on our bill and never been told no. When you think about it, utilities want to get paid. So it's better for them to make you a deal and let you pay 4 days late or whatever, rather than not get anything at all. One time I asked for a few extra days, just so that my paycheck would clear, and they gave me 6 weeks. I still paid as soon as I had the money, but it was so reassuring to know that even if shit hit the fan and I had to wait an entire pay cycle again, I'd still have electricity. [note: this does not work with debts, like credit cards ALTHOUGH one time I did have to ask my Credit Union for an extension on my car loan and they let me skip a month and extend my loan for an extra month. But I think that's because I use a tiny local credit union, so they have a more vested interest in your happiness and want you to succeed and they're just plain nice.]

Makeup - I actually NEED make up, like all the time, but I hate messing with it. Between the fact that it irritates my skin and it just takes too dang long, I rarely want to be bothered with it. Lately, if I put on some eyeliner, you're lucky. But I love it on everyone else. I could totally nerd out over fashion magazines with fantastic makeup design, but do I want to wake up an extra 20 minutes early every day so that I can have smoky eyes? No. I also feel like some sort of failure to the female race because I do not own ANY expensive beauty products. I have a few things from Sephora that were gifts, but I don't have a single $30 lipgloss. And I don't really care, except lip stuff has become the new pissing contest among girls, and I obviously can't compete.

Expensive purses - Ryan will tell you (while rolling his eyes) that I have TOO MANY PURSES which is true. And I don't think any of them cost over $20. Because I am a cheapskate. Well, that's not entirely true. I would probably spend $100 on a decent purse if it had everything that I want/need, but I have never found that to be the case. I am ok with a less-than-100%-functional handbag that is the latest trend in lime green leather if it's $14 at Target. But I am not ok with a $400 classic Coach bag if it doesn't sit on my shoulder right. No fashion trend is going to change my mind. So, yeah, again it's the pissing contest thing. Everyone (especially at work) is all involved over who has the best purse and how much it cost and blah blah blah and I'm still perfectly pleased with the one I bought for $5 at H&M last year. It's got the perfect strap that doesn't cause 'shopping shoulder', holds all my stuff, and best of all it was FIVE DOLLARS.

Things That I Care About That No One Else Does:

Feet - I have a long, tortured history of messed up toenails and improperly fit shoes that has formed my current trend of 'comfort over fashion'. I was lucky to have learned at a young-ish age how to cut my own nails to keep them from being so bad. In fact, a podiatrist once told me that he thinks its hilarious that in public school they teach you everything about sexuality and even how to apply a condom, but no one ever shows you how to cut your nails - or use Q-tips, for that matter. That 99% of the cases he sees of ingrown toenails are caused by them being cut too short and/or too ragged. That it's a simple thing to learn, but no one ever really shows you how. Although I didn't learn about the joys of orthotics until I was in my 20's which is a BRILLIANT thing. Back then I had an HMO and even with all the red-tape and co-pays it probably cost me about $100 to have custom-made arch supports that have changed my life. Everything is better from my head to my feet, thanks to having the right bumps inside my shoes.

Manners - I'm not saying that I ain't a gossip BUT I will tell you that every time I relay any of your stories, I always defer to as few details as possible and make you out in the best light. And when this has to do with work-related stuff I either decline to gossip OR I defuse the conversations. It's amazing how many people at work are so childish and catty - and just plain stupid. I would say "I'm full" rather than "OMG, she makes THE WOSRT cookies!" which is, sadly, a real story. And anyway, when did being polite go out of style? That peeves me. Say please and thank you to your waiter. Is it really so hard?

Being Real - This blog is pretty much exactly how I am. Take it or leave it, it's me. I'm sometimes a braggart, mostly an idiot, proudly a friend, defiantly nerdy. I hate when people aren't true to themselves - and not just online - because they're so caught up in their own drama. Not to say that being shy or demure are bad things, but (today especially) I am really over people who think that they're better than they are, more important than they have the right to be.

Grammar & Spelling - I wanted to marry Lynne Truss when I read "Eats, Shoots & Leaves". I understand that on an individual level not everyone has perfect spelling (and certainly I am TOO COOL to be bothered with spellcheck), but nothing deep fries my turkey like an executive pulling in a multi-million dollar salary who can't type. Or even just general idiots who send me shit mail that sounds like LOLcat-speak.

April 1, 2008

gawking NY - day two

Let me preface by saying, I am dead-tired and a wee bit tipsy. Ok, now go.

Today was a half-day at the conference, which was awesome because it gave me a chance to go out and enjoy the SEVENTY DEGREE HEAT of NY. Which isn't that hot, but dang did I sweat a lot. I am gross.

I went to a little bookstore known as Midtown Comics, where I was in search of the perfect souvenier for one Mister Ryan who had requested a "used book" for his souvenier. At least my mom was easy - she wanted a tacky souvenier. Done and done! SO. I went to Comic Book Emporium and broswed around, noting that I was the only chick in the place. In fact, I may have only been the ever chick EVER to set foot in this place (although, I must say it is a LOT nicer than most of the other c.b. stores I have been to). The whole place reeked of testosterone and X-men. I browsed around and came up empty, so I called my buddy Adam who knows a thing or three about comic books and he made some recommendations. When I went to pay the doodz at the counter at first brushed me off and THEN realized I was buying cool shit and launched into a whole conversation and started clamboring over who was going to buy the single remaining copy. Heh. LA FOR THE WIN!!

After that I did some work [skip to the end] and then Pete came to town to hang out! Yay! Oh, and before that I got all good and sweaty because even though the weather was predicted to be in the mid-50's it was actually like 70 and super hot. So, ew. I took a shower and THEN I went out to hang with Pete. Yay! We went to Bobby Flay's hip restaurant where we couldn't get a table, so we had a cocktail instead. I think it cost eleventy billion dollars. Especially because Pete drinks some upscale swill. It was also hot in there and I started sweating (again! ew!) so we set out to find a place where we could dine on the patio and ended up inside Gallagher's Steakhouse which is one of those places that time kind of forgot. They have this whole walk-in freezer near the front door with giant windows for you to pick your steak. But we just went to the bar, where we were informed that we couldn't order appetizers (??) so instead we ate ALL of their free pretzels and home-made chips. Take that! Ha! We had wild discussions about interest rates and closing costs, y'know, all the stuff that the hip young kids are talking about these days.

Unfortunately, he didn't get into The City until later, so we missed the chance to see a live Comedy Central taping. :( Next time!

After a bit more grousing, we started off toward the hotel and Pete said "hey, you wanna grab a slice?" to which I said yes and we stepped into Ray's Original Famous Pizza (or some variation on those 4 words) and as soon as we crossed the threshhold, rain POURED from the sky. Like POURED-POURED. Not wussy rain but like... RAIN. So we sat and ate some pizza* and waited out the storm, which I think might have been following one single taxi, stuck in traffic down 7th avenue.

After it let up, we walked back to my hotel, where he bid me a fond adieu so that he could get home to bed Guitar Hero. Which was perfect because I am sweaty and tipsy and super tired and now all I want to do is pack my shiz in my suitcase and go to bed and read another new book that I just bought. Because, apparently, I am reading a book every two days now. LOOK AT THE BIG BRAIN ON BRAD! ha!

Lordy, my feets are tired and probably smell like gross, so I am going to shower and shave and I'll see you all a little later...

*I am not a big fan of pizza, and this was no exception. But I do love melted cheese and disgusting bathrooms, so this place was top notch!