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.

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.

I am Allyson in this regard, except that I also silently feel superior to the schmo. Which I shouldn't, because I am totally the schmo who absentmindedlty pushes the traffic light button and then thinks "D'oh! Someone already pushed it."

Do you sometimes push the button and think "Mmm. That felt good. Let me push it ... mmmm. Still feels goo...mmmm." That happens to me sometimes.

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.

I do this, but it's because (a) I've already committed to pushing the button and I'm on autopilot and (b) I've been caught several times standnig there thinking I was waiting with somebody else for the elevator and then because I wasn't paying attention to the little light I didn't realize that it hadn't been pushed. Most I'm already thinking about something else by the time I'm approaching the elevator.

There's also a tiny bit of OCD involved, I suspect, with a dash of Magical Thinking.