It bugs me when i'm standing in front of the elevator, the light is on, therefore proving I have pushed the button, and some schmo comes along and pushes it again.

See that doesn't bother me, because it's just one more person who's stupider than me. I like it when there's lots of people stupider than me.

You know when you recognise a mannerism on someone and you think "Wow, on you that's a killing offense!" and yet you know that on a given friend it's beyond charming.

Of course, it's possible that I'm really very grumpy and cold.

I'll push buttons uselessly out of frustration, but it's not something I do in front of strangers, because it's idiot behaviour.

I'm grumpy and cold, too!

In other news, I just discovered that you can, indeed, see one of the neighboring mountains out my office window. I have lived here for what, four years? And I have always complained to myself that I can't see that particular mountain. It's really lovely, gets nicely snow-capped in the winter, etc. If we were going to buy property here, I was going to site the house so I could see that mountain. There's another, bigger one, but it's obscured by the mesa.

Turns out, it's totally right there, I just never noticed.

This clearly means that I am a button pushing dork.

Is schmo gender specific?

Yes. The female form is 'schmotrix.'

Turns out, it's totally right there, I just never noticed.

It took me a year to notice the mountains behind the mountains here. But it's probable that a) you're more attentive than I am and b) you have less dramatically variable air quality.

I wonder .. can I take a Maxalt, having taken an Imitrex this morning, or do I wait until I get home and take the Imitrex then?

True. And the odd thing is that today is cloudy. You'd think I'd have noticed on a clearer day. Something about the light quality, I guess.

But I'm happy, now, 'cause I have an office window view. Besides the giant communications tower that appears to be growing out of my monitor.

I have no idea about the drugs, though.

Bah. Looks like I shouldn't. Life is complicated.

Plus, I'm in the basement, so no mountains.

dear ita,

go lick the lady already.

love, me.

am leaving work now. will sleep.

If the button makes a nice click and I am alone, I will multiclick. I also like tapping my (fake) nails on a surface when I'm thinking.

Nobody is stealing my identity. Turns out someone at citibank hit print a little early.

I don't have a problem notseeing mountains. My problem is I imagine them. I'll mistake clouds for distant mountains.

I used to laugh at my mom for this. When they'd been in Houston about 18 months, after having lived in LA and Tuscon previously, she was admiring the pretty mountains. Then she realized they were clouds and it made her terribly sad. She came home and told my dad that his next post-doc had to be in a place where there were mountains. Luckily, he got a tenure track position at NMSU next, and they've been there ever since.

The odd thing is that the both grew up in the flatlands of the midwest.

In Jamaica, when you can't see the mountains, it's because the hills are in your way, or you can't back up far enough to see them properly without getting into the ocean. The idea of mountains being so far away and as freaking huge as they are here ... skeery, and and unsettling.

But impressive.