EAT.IT.

Heh.

In ACTUAL happy-making stuff news-type thingy, I get my hair cut tonight, and will probably wander the Lower Haight with Martin for a while after.

I think msbelle's going to have the best news of the day for, oh, quite a while. ADORABLE.

I now understand why she pinches cheeks. Won't do it, but I get it. This scenario only.

The weather was lovely today. Everything else, not so much.

DH has a "burn to bronze" theory--even though he knows, rationally, that keeping out of the sun is the best course of action. Even though I would intentionally get a burn out of the way early when I was young and then tan, now I'm a strictly no sun person if I can help it. I re-apply sunscreen about every 20 minutes (and keep the kids in the house from 12-2 (or when the sun is strongest) because I don't fancy chasing Owen down with a spritz bottle of sunscreen.

We're from pale, pale UK stock, so it's best if we just avoid the rays altogether if we can. We really should be vampires.

that I got to share my joyous news about mac.

Your news was one of my best things about today too.

Also best: My new walk home, which is exactly the same length as my old walk home, but through an infinitely cooler (lit. & fig.) neighborhood (and one that I can pick a different route through each day).

Unexpected sanity on the part of the most difficult publisher in the world, with whom we fought for years for the right to pay insanely out-of-proportion site licensing fees just a couple of years ago, but whose new policy is "You already bought a license. Upgrades are free. Where can I send the CD's?"

My rice cooker.

Good thing about today: I didn't overcook my steak. Woo!

I don't intentionally try to tan, but I hatehatehate that any tan I get is weird.... driving tan, no tan on my legs, farmer's tan, etc. Never ever seems to be even, and then I feel like I look funny in summer clothes.

meara:

Congrats, msbelle! You will be a super mom.

My favorite thing about today was the scale this morning telling me I've lost two pounds since last Thursday.

Heh. Track Changes. Here's how Luddite my company is: they're only now considering switching to software that will let us editors Track Changes. Just two years ago we got the ability to read documents that authors send in with the Track Changes thing going on, and we have to go to a special workstation to access the software. Ask me what we're working in. It ain't Adobe. It ain't Quark. It ain't even Word. Despite all the years of experience I have at this place, I fear no other publishing company would hire me, because I don't know any of that software.

Sunscreen: Mexoryl. Blocks UVB and UVA. Now available in the US, so I don't have to illegally import it from Canada anymore. Very pale, me. Plan to stay that way. I don't know how I look with a tan; I've never had one. When I'm in the sun without sunscreen (rarely) I burn and then it goes away, leaving only the lightest hint of color and a few freckles. It isn't worth it even if I wanted a tan.

Though the combination of birth control pills with the inevitable sun exposure of 43 years on the planet has left me with weird brown freckly pigmentation around my eyes. I can't leave the house without concealer. My dermatologist oddly doesn't seem to consider this an emergency. If I'd known the birth control pills were gonna do that to me, I wouldn't have taken the damn things.

Hey, if redheaded women get more action, maybe I'll keep my hair this color after all. Although so far you wouldn't be able to prove it by me.

I'm a red-headed pale person, so I try my damnedest to simply play vampire. I should wear more sunscreen, but I'm lazy.

Got home about a half hour ago. Just stepped into the bathroom. Apparently, I've had a GIANT FUCKING INKSPOT on my mouth for about an hour and a half...and I must have gotten it before leaving the office, getting on the subway and getting home. No one said a word.

Gah!

Good things about today: Got into a real good groove with writing. Just a bunch of good raw stuff that I can fiddle with for a while. Leftover Chinese Food. EM wanted this Friday off from her regular schedule so she traded me Tuesday (today), which gives me an unexpected three day break from commuting.

Eating pens again, bon?

Watching Breakfast Club on tv. It's wrong like a wrong thing what they did to the dialog. Dubbing over the swearing is one thing--but the freak-ass phrases they decide to change make me ill. You can't say, "wet dream" on tv? It's not even network--it's WE, so it's basic cable.