If it doesn't have death or revenge, it must not be "cool".

Death + revenge = cool. This is reason number one why Dana is not a million selling gangsta rapper today.

This is reason number one why Dana is not a million selling gangsta rapper today.

Number one? Are you really sure about that? Are you sure it's not closer to reason number three?

I have no problem with fictional death + revenge. I would like you people not to be involved with either, ever. Although I'd still trip my ex-coworker if I could get away with it.

I have had so many many nice things done for me in my life that it amazes and delights me to think of it. From letting me crash on a friend's couch for months to the BF buying me a DVD of a movie I love bcause he happened to see it in the store, I feel I have been given a LOT in my life. I am very lucky.

Ooooh, best soup for me is lentil soup at Marena's. Though Campbell's tomato soup (with grilled cheese sandwich) is still my comfort meal.

I can't remember the last time I felt life-affirmed. I'm just not that sort of a gal. I don't need affirmation. Life just is. Until it's not.

Dana, ha!

beth b summed up my athiest/agnostic feelings perfectly.

The best sandwiches have lots of mayonnaise on them.

I need to quit posting and get back to work. I'm sick of editing. I'm sure this article on multi-mode quad-band RF receivers would be fascinating to another electrical engineer, but I'm so bored. I wish the English were good enough I could away with not having to actually read it.

edited for misspellings and other embarrassments

You know what I like? When a random happy memory pops up out of the blue. Somehow yesterday, this chinese dive restaurant I walked past triggered wading in the ocean at night last fall.

Of course, I suspect the same mechanism that drives those pleasant nonsensical reminders is also responsible for the "Stupid Shit I Did" ones that pop up when you need them least.

What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?

Well, a bunch of people here helped fund my move to SF and caught me when I landed. I think that's pretty damn nice.

Vengence -- I can't really think of anyone. Although Ican think of one or two people who might wish vengence on me (let's just say that mania occasionally makes you do mean things).

And I can think of the time I was closest to death, but I'm not going to really elaborate. The only other thing I can think of -- I was alone and started choking on a piece of food. Luckily I was able to dislodge it and start breathing, but I definitly thought I might die.

There's an excellent photo essay on Offbeat Polling Places in Chicago from the Chicago Tribune today. From an Original Pancake House and a pool hall to the International Museum of Surgical Science, Chicagoans vote early (and often?).