I have to admit--I signed up for Hotmail because of the ad--I wanted to see what their offering is. For all the Gmail addresses I have, though, I rarely see ads--I don't use the web client so much--I read it on my Mac in Mail, or on my Android devices. Any time I log in to a Google account, I do it in a private tab, and don't browse with those cookies extant. I'm not sure when I caught Liese cooties...
Kidding. I do have the big cookie infection. I understand why corsets are following me around. I find it irritating, because that usually happens after I decided I don't want to buy the whatever, but I'm really really wondering why that cookie system leapt right ahead and tried to sell me dildos on a browser I swear I hadn't been doing that on (I also segregate accounts and identities into different browsers--Safari should give me XXX ads all the time. Opera should be reasonably well behaved...
For reasons I don't understand, though, when I signed up for Hotmail it assigned me a .co.uk address, and I couldn't make it not. So, booyah to all that tracking technology.
I walked the dog and did laundry and cleaned the kitchen & changed my sheets. Then I drove out to Walnut Creek and signed ALL THE PAPERS, hit TJ's in Lafayette (which is always so much less crowded than in Oakland), came home, ate lunch, and went for a bike ride with my sister.
First ride on the new bike, which was stressful because it was my first time with clipless pedals, and with the fancy new shifters built into the brake levers. Fun but also unsettling. I did okay, but I'm out of condition and I'm glad we didn't go very far.
Now I'm showered and thinking about dinner. Or a movie.
Oh! The nurse moved my dose to 2pm. She totally panicked me by calling. But the pharmacy double booked her. This is why I'm only halfway through exhaling. And she's asking me questions about the regimen that I can't quite answer...I wonder if she's persuadable on various fronts.
Like stopping by TJs for graham crackers...thanks, Typo ;).
Aurelia, do we still have a words with friends game going? I could have sworn we did, but the game is telling me we don't.
I think so. Want me to hit "remind [you] to play"?
I went to my parents' and shovelled a lot, in possibly the most inefficient way. Like, I cleared a whole path in front of their house, but then the neighbor with the snowblower (a) blew snow all over it (due to the wind) and (b) did a much bigger path after me. So I was tired AND not really helping.
And I was super excited that the supermarket was open when I walked by on my way there, but then it was closed on my way home. Sadface. So I still don't have any bacon, and no cooking plans for tomorrow.
I am still in my pajamas. Day of Rest, bitches. (I actually tend to think of it, in my profane and offensive way, as Day of Motherfucking Rest (possibly because I am extremely fucking tired so much of the time) but I thought I'd tone it down for Natter). But I have gotten through all three translations of today's readings and watched the lecture for my iTunes U course, so, kind of productive.
Random question for the hivemind: does anyone have strong feelings about Farmers Insurance?
Consuela, how do you like the clipless pedals? I am intrigued by them, but also scared.
Want me to hit "remind [you] to play"?
Sure!
I changed lightbulbs! It only took me.
Reminded!
I changed lightbulbs! It only took me.
Nice productivity, but it's lacking as a punch line.
