Before this big move, I hadn't moved in a long enough time that I forgot how soul-suckingly frustrating moving within a country was. Now I get the sort of problems that suck absolutely dirty monkey ass.

I think I'll be a lot saner once we get our high-speed internet connection at the apartment. And a refrigerator.

Mmmmmm. Cupcakes. Brownies.

I wonder if Pink Dot delivers those. I could go for some sugar now.

I knew I should've stopped at the Bean on my way back up the hill.

David when did you become ita's lackey?

Lackey? Pfft. It's way more of a lickspittle gig. And I'd do it for you but you hate it when people (a) lick your spittle; (b) spit on your lick; (c) even mention the words "lick" or "spittle." In fact you make that combination "Ewww" and "WTF?!?" and "Whatever!" face all at once.

The worst part about vacation is lack of instant acess. We heard part of a news story that had the words explosion and SF in it. finally, I called work ( yay public libaries) and got the scoop. briefly very scary.

Why didn't I know about this? [link]

My new Virgin Mobile cellphone has had the number switched from my old cell already! So it's live and everything! I am ridiculously chuffed about this....

Not quite Lamarckian inheritance, but interesting nonetheless.

Cindy, I don't think it's the sudoku that's evil -- YOU are evil! Damn, woman!

This was always my problem with math. I could do the math. I couldn't show my work. I have no way of explaining the sudoku. It's just there.

I'm also horribly addicted after trying it only four times (3 easy, 1 evil). *shaky fist*

Also, I swear to god I'm not talking to strangers on LJ anymore.

Mmmmm. Yep. My 'talking to strangers' on lj is now almost entirely limited to people I do actually know, who just didn't end up on my fl, or people I don't really know, but who are active in the journals of people on my fl. The more I wander LJ, the less I want to be a part of lj. I love my little corner of it. It mostly works better for me than a message board ever could. But there are too many children, freaks, and freaky children on there. And when I say freaks, I don't mean it in the good way, I mean it in the way that makes the most uninhibited, unique, individual Buffista look like a cloistered nun.

Greeting cards for the person you're having an affair with: [link]

It is a sentiment guaranteed to melt the coldest heart:

“Just when I thought I would never find my true love — you came along ...”

It is a greeting card, decorated with a depiction of purple flowers. Inside:

“My soul has been searching for you since I came into this world.

“All my life I have had this emptiness inside, like a part of me was missing and I was incomplete ...

“And now I can’t imagine my life without you ... Even if I have to share you.”

Even if I have to share you?

This, clearly, is not a card for the wife — not the sender’s wife, at least.

YAY packrat Kat! I love that, it made me smile, and possibly yell EAT IT!.

In fact you make that combination "Ewww" and "WTF?!?" and "Whatever!" face all at once.

That is my face a lot of the time. isn't it?