so, can you WILL the lights to turn green?
Tuesday. Its that day of the week that leaves you feeling a bit...well...strange, I guess. It's after the first day, and before the middle. So it's in that awkward position of existing directly between the beginning of a fresh new week, and the day you start looking foward to the end. So it goes.
in a rush, I skipped the shower and spent 20 minutes straitening my hair, then put it in a pony tail--2 minutes ironing a blue blouse only to choose my wrinkled blue angora cardigan instead as I walked out the door, and I drove to school to save time, but was stuck in one of those 9:20am government-organized traffic jams that put me as late as I would have been had I just waited for the train near home- consequently I was 20mins late to my 9:30 class and then remembered I forgot to put on deoderant. I consoled my realization of being late, paying for parking, and relying on yesterdays deoderant application with the notion that "at least I have another class after this," and it was cancelled. I'm supposed to meet a friend for lunch, but I left my cell at home, so I have no idea where she'll be. Anywhere between a hotdog stand and the 11th floor of general classroom bldg...that leaves me about 3 blocks and 2500 people to sift through before I could find her without the aid of the electronic leash.
SO, my plot to guide my day through mind-control has evidently gone a bit awry. Alas, I did manage to will all the traffic lights to turn green before I had to stop on the way to the traffic jam (hah) And I'm still in excessivly good spirits but I'm not sure if it's me, or the coffee.
now I'm leaving school, driving home, retrieving my cell, adjusting deoderant levels, and taking the train back. That's what I'm going to do. I'm planning it now and it WILL happen.
mwahahah
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Oh that's bloggable
As I sit in the Ed.Bldg computer lab, attempting to eat a peanut butter cracker as quietly (and discretely) as possible, I realize I have a blog topic. Actually, it was Robs idea, so here goes.
I have a laptop with an airport card and of course it picks up everyone's wireless signal if I'm within range and cock it at just the right angle. When I first got it, I went all over the house I live in/under to see if anyone in the close neighborhood had wireless...to no avail. Then, one sunny afternoon, I was plugging away at an article for class, and viola! A small and seemingly insignificant signal came wafting in the window and appeared on my screen. Being an experienced wireless pirate, I attempted (unsuccessfully, I might add) to increase the signal to a level that would allow me to log onto the world-wide (ever notice the irony in that title?..ok, I wont go into the evils of money and capitalism. another blog, another time) so lifting the computer into the window didn't help, moving to the upstairs bathroom didn't help (always works for my cell phone), and the kitchen window didn't help, so I gave up, even as words from rob about his neighbors echoed between the walls of my often hollow-seeming skull (they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
A month or so later, which happened to be 2 nights ago, I realized I had never downloaded an article I needed to read for a quiz we were having the next morning in one of my classes. Looking at the clock revealed it was too late for me to go to campus, download, and get back in time to read AND watch I (heart) Huckabees with my neighbor. Even if I drove and sat in my car and downloaded remotely from the street. I needed a quick fix, and then thought I might just have to get up early because I wasn't missing another chance to watch the promised wonderful silliness of that movie. Then it occurred to me that our friendly neighbors with the incessantly squalling baby had wireless...(they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
mmhhmmmm....I thought, and walked over to the window. I yanked out the make-shift wedge of PVC pipe, and opened it up. Then, laptop and raincoat in hand, crawled out into the wild jungle of underbrush,vines,and saplings that take up the majority of my landlords "acreage"...predominantly rampant growing wisteria, ivy, and one very large camilla tree....yes, tree. not bush, like it's SUPPOSED TO BE! ah the woes of neglect. tsk tsk tsk.
and it was raining...well, drizzling
conscious of the time, I hid amidst branches of the camillia TREE, and low and behold, got the signal I needed for access to the web, downloaded the article, and proudly climbed back through the window, knocked my little wooden model off its position on my tv stand, and jumped to the floor of my dungeon.
Upon further inspection I realized it was the wrong article. Baagh! With a sneer I went BACK to the window, re-un"lock"ed it, and crawled BACK out into the rainforest, but this time my signal in the branches wasn't so great, I needed to get closer. So I crept over to the fence that separates the neighbors wonderfully manicured lot from our legends-of-sleepy-hollow setting, and looked for a signal. Even pressing the l.t. against the fence wasn't good enough, how could that be? I was CLOSER for crying out loud!
The neighbors were indeed home, but I didn't know if perhaps one of the spousal units might be working late, or if there WAS another spousal unit, or if they were even human. But they did have a healthy lunged infant of some sort. Still, venturing over to their lot was risky, and perhaps a bit too thrilling, because I did begin plotting how to sneak to the other side unnoticed. But I couldn't just sit completely on the other side of the fence because that would put me in their driveway, in plain view. And what if there were motion sensor lights on the house? It IS Atlanta, can't be too careful. Hell, what if someone attacked ME? I briefly considered the possibility of just going over and hiding behind the boxwoods at their front porch, appreciating the nice little water garden they have over there (I've always wanted to know if there are fish in it) and Robins advice still echoed ('stealing' wireless net is perfectly legal...you could go sit on their front doorstep and piddle around on the net for all you want and the only thing they could do is say youre tresspassing)
But I ended up wimping out and merely creeping to the corner of the fence, crouching behind a big boxwood, covering up with my electric teal raincoat, being stuck in the butt and legs by wisteria, and downloading the article. Of course the damn thing took SIX minutes. Geez. In the meantime I'm paranoid that someone is going to come up the driveway and spotlight me with their headlights. But they didn't. SO I got the article, took it in, printed, read, and watched Huckabees all before midnight. Ta da. My next project is to find the best place for a signal, machete a path, and construct a makeshift desktop out of wisteria vines so next time it'll be easier. Well, that's if I dont find an antenna that can amplify that signal right into my apt. Which I think it highly possible.
so there you have it. blog of the century. I wonder if it'll even publish it's so long. hmmm.
I've been walkin alone now
for a long long time
I dont want to hang out, now
With the friends who just aren't mine
(rem)
peacery
I have a laptop with an airport card and of course it picks up everyone's wireless signal if I'm within range and cock it at just the right angle. When I first got it, I went all over the house I live in/under to see if anyone in the close neighborhood had wireless...to no avail. Then, one sunny afternoon, I was plugging away at an article for class, and viola! A small and seemingly insignificant signal came wafting in the window and appeared on my screen. Being an experienced wireless pirate, I attempted (unsuccessfully, I might add) to increase the signal to a level that would allow me to log onto the world-wide (ever notice the irony in that title?..ok, I wont go into the evils of money and capitalism. another blog, another time) so lifting the computer into the window didn't help, moving to the upstairs bathroom didn't help (always works for my cell phone), and the kitchen window didn't help, so I gave up, even as words from rob about his neighbors echoed between the walls of my often hollow-seeming skull (they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
A month or so later, which happened to be 2 nights ago, I realized I had never downloaded an article I needed to read for a quiz we were having the next morning in one of my classes. Looking at the clock revealed it was too late for me to go to campus, download, and get back in time to read AND watch I (heart) Huckabees with my neighbor. Even if I drove and sat in my car and downloaded remotely from the street. I needed a quick fix, and then thought I might just have to get up early because I wasn't missing another chance to watch the promised wonderful silliness of that movie. Then it occurred to me that our friendly neighbors with the incessantly squalling baby had wireless...(they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
mmhhmmmm....I thought, and walked over to the window. I yanked out the make-shift wedge of PVC pipe, and opened it up. Then, laptop and raincoat in hand, crawled out into the wild jungle of underbrush,vines,and saplings that take up the majority of my landlords "acreage"...predominantly rampant growing wisteria, ivy, and one very large camilla tree....yes, tree. not bush, like it's SUPPOSED TO BE! ah the woes of neglect. tsk tsk tsk.
and it was raining...well, drizzling
conscious of the time, I hid amidst branches of the camillia TREE, and low and behold, got the signal I needed for access to the web, downloaded the article, and proudly climbed back through the window, knocked my little wooden model off its position on my tv stand, and jumped to the floor of my dungeon.
Upon further inspection I realized it was the wrong article. Baagh! With a sneer I went BACK to the window, re-un"lock"ed it, and crawled BACK out into the rainforest, but this time my signal in the branches wasn't so great, I needed to get closer. So I crept over to the fence that separates the neighbors wonderfully manicured lot from our legends-of-sleepy-hollow setting, and looked for a signal. Even pressing the l.t. against the fence wasn't good enough, how could that be? I was CLOSER for crying out loud!
The neighbors were indeed home, but I didn't know if perhaps one of the spousal units might be working late, or if there WAS another spousal unit, or if they were even human. But they did have a healthy lunged infant of some sort. Still, venturing over to their lot was risky, and perhaps a bit too thrilling, because I did begin plotting how to sneak to the other side unnoticed. But I couldn't just sit completely on the other side of the fence because that would put me in their driveway, in plain view. And what if there were motion sensor lights on the house? It IS Atlanta, can't be too careful. Hell, what if someone attacked ME? I briefly considered the possibility of just going over and hiding behind the boxwoods at their front porch, appreciating the nice little water garden they have over there (I've always wanted to know if there are fish in it) and Robins advice still echoed ('stealing' wireless net is perfectly legal...you could go sit on their front doorstep and piddle around on the net for all you want and the only thing they could do is say youre tresspassing)
But I ended up wimping out and merely creeping to the corner of the fence, crouching behind a big boxwood, covering up with my electric teal raincoat, being stuck in the butt and legs by wisteria, and downloading the article. Of course the damn thing took SIX minutes. Geez. In the meantime I'm paranoid that someone is going to come up the driveway and spotlight me with their headlights. But they didn't. SO I got the article, took it in, printed, read, and watched Huckabees all before midnight. Ta da. My next project is to find the best place for a signal, machete a path, and construct a makeshift desktop out of wisteria vines so next time it'll be easier. Well, that's if I dont find an antenna that can amplify that signal right into my apt. Which I think it highly possible.
so there you have it. blog of the century. I wonder if it'll even publish it's so long. hmmm.
I've been walkin alone now
for a long long time
I dont want to hang out, now
With the friends who just aren't mine
(rem)
peacery
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
light a candle light a match
ahem...
happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Happy BIRTHday dear mee, happy birthday to me
(clapping)
thank you
(bow)
haha
happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Happy BIRTHday dear mee, happy birthday to me
(clapping)
thank you
(bow)
haha
Thursday, March 03, 2005
i dont get it
sometimes we find ourselves so inundated with the worries of daily life that the future becomes an overwhelming weight.
at least that's what i think. then sometimes the future seems so promising that we neglect the present...welcome to the machine
so this morning around 4 am i dreamt i was attacked from above by some strange creature as i found myself in a large body of water. and it was night time. there goes another one of my water dreams. turns out that just as the creature flogs me i managed to be brave and grab it and sling it away from me and simultaneously scream and wake up to see my cat approaching my face where i was safely hidden under the covers and pillows of my bedly womb...so there i am very freshly spooked and an animal really is invading so i grabbed her and threw her off the bed. talk about a morning. i apologized later (9ish) but i think she's so old that by then she didn't remember. but earlier when i did rise, around 7, she was sitting on the floor with her front paws crossed just looking at me like, "bitch"
..."what are You looking at?"...i said.
we have a love/hate relationship
so there began my morning. and my first class was cancelled so i'm taking advantage of the opportunity to announce my escape from the belly of a giant marmot
it was pretty scary
there was another guy in there too who had been there for years he thought. he had a pretty long beard and didn't look too good so i believed him...i offered for him to escape with me but he said he'd been in there so long he wouldn't know how to function in the outside world...weirdo...i recommended therapy
it's 10:30am thursday and its the official end of the academic week for me, alas i have a 4:30-7 class this afternoon....why me
the bus ride i went to write this, 4 a.m., this, letter
at least that's what i think. then sometimes the future seems so promising that we neglect the present...welcome to the machine
so this morning around 4 am i dreamt i was attacked from above by some strange creature as i found myself in a large body of water. and it was night time. there goes another one of my water dreams. turns out that just as the creature flogs me i managed to be brave and grab it and sling it away from me and simultaneously scream and wake up to see my cat approaching my face where i was safely hidden under the covers and pillows of my bedly womb...so there i am very freshly spooked and an animal really is invading so i grabbed her and threw her off the bed. talk about a morning. i apologized later (9ish) but i think she's so old that by then she didn't remember. but earlier when i did rise, around 7, she was sitting on the floor with her front paws crossed just looking at me like, "bitch"
..."what are You looking at?"...i said.
we have a love/hate relationship
so there began my morning. and my first class was cancelled so i'm taking advantage of the opportunity to announce my escape from the belly of a giant marmot
it was pretty scary
there was another guy in there too who had been there for years he thought. he had a pretty long beard and didn't look too good so i believed him...i offered for him to escape with me but he said he'd been in there so long he wouldn't know how to function in the outside world...weirdo...i recommended therapy
it's 10:30am thursday and its the official end of the academic week for me, alas i have a 4:30-7 class this afternoon....why me
the bus ride i went to write this, 4 a.m., this, letter
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