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Friday, January 24, 2003
I love Mark. There are few people as funny as Mark. Is that better? I also love Judge Hug. I love Judge Hug because whenever I say his name I say it like Willy Jay does. Like Dr. Evil asking Scott for a hug. Judge Hug. Tee hee. Its nice to be easily amused. Makes life easier. Interesting point, Jen, about how the Danish scouting antics are not so different from American kids playing cowboys and Indians. But here's a distinction: at least the Indians won a couple of battles. I mean, it could be Little Big Horn you're playing, right? But the Danish scout leaders have given the kids in the Nazi role a pretty firm advantage by setting the game in an Auschwitz-type arena. But the underlying cultural obnoxiousness is pretty similar, I guess. Now that the Boy Scouts have eliminated an entire subsection of normally sexed people from their leadership (BSA v. Dale), I'm afraid there is an even greater chance that the game played on lots of scouting trips will be more similar to Mark's chase and conquer game than the Danish one. I have no sociological data to support this. Just a really persuasive episode of South Park. Today is a great example of how much I love my job. I have nothing to do at my job right now. No -- really. NOTHING. I've had nothing to do at jobs before. Usually they expect you to go sit at your desk and look miserable whether you have something to do or not. This is something I have never understood. I guess it has something to do with solidarity. "We all have to look miserable and if we all admitted we have nothing to do we might as well close up shop!" However, in my current gig, if I have nothing to do and there's no chance that the Judge will come up with something for me to do, I stay home. Sigh. I love my house. I have a fireplace. I can wear my sweatpants with a big tear in the butt. I can look outside at the rain and fog and stare. So here I am. Doing exactly that. Poor Robert, on the other hand, is trapped in the vortex of his Big Scary Lawfirm (BSL) slaving away on some miserable piece of litigation. Subject to the terrorizing and irrational shouting of the of-counsel tool he works under, who (employing a Harry-Potter naming device) I will call Thorlarc. It has a nice middle earth ring to it. And it is safe from the tentacles of Google. Thorlarc is an evil creepy pigfucker. Thorlarc stands between Robert and I who are -- now that I think about it -- kind of adorable hobbit-like creatures. If it were not for the evil nasty Thorlarc, Robert would be headed towards the Pacific Northwest this evening. However, the whims of Thorlarc have forced my little hairy-footed boyfriend who only seeks snacks and not adventure to give up his Alaska Airlines ticket and sit and slave -- pulling down trees in the forests of BSL. I hope the Ents get off their big tree asses and go kick some Thorlarc ass. Why won't Thorlarc do something I can tattle on him for? He has made the fatal error of standing between me and the RPRS I require. He shall pay. Harumph. Thursday, January 23, 2003
I told my employer. She's taking it from there. We'll see what happens. Yikes. I felt like I had to tell my boss, though, because I tell her everything I feel the slightest bit ethically squeamish about. This includes the fact that a bartender at the Bellagio gave me change for a 100 when I gave him only a ten. Which leads to my returning that 90 dollars that I could really use right now. Thanks for the adbice, kids. Now, to turn the discussion to something even more outrageous, click on this. Robert and I have talked about the problem our first date poses. Not the kind of thing you want to tell your kids about. "Mommy, how did you and Daddy meet?" "Well, sweetie... Mommy was really drunk at a karaoke bar and Daddy had just got engaged so naturally...." *shudder* Jennifer I will respond to your first statement. I leave it to Robert to handle the third. As for the second, I have no response. You're right: its strange. I never contended I was anything less than strange. As for the totalitarian state, I'm sure you will agree that neither you nor Mark should have removal power. You can't be trusted with it. You are phamous for phits of pique and might suddenly remove me if I extended that power to you. For instance, you're wishing you could do that right now, aren't you? Just because I mentioned your phits. As for Mark, he doesn't want removal power. If you knew him as well as I do, you'd know that. (Hi Mark!!! Kiss!) On another topic, the ethical lapse committed by one of my former professors yesterday is still infuriating me. What a tool. I hestitate to go into detail about what happened exactly here, but suffice it to say I was asked to violate confidentiality in a clear quid pro quo for a recommendation for something. Creep. OK. So I told on him and now he's gonna get in trouble. This will ultimately, I know, screw me. Wednesday, January 22, 2003
For those of you who do not know this about me, I have recently become unnaturally obsessed with a new computer game. This is not unheard of. I cycle through computer game obsessions; I am rarely without one. Before Christmas, for example, I could not stop playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. COULD... NOT....STOP. After a long day of meting out justice, which often involves thinking really, really hard, there is nothing quite like coming home and shooting lots of tourists while driving really fast on the beach listening to Spandau Ballet. However, of late, I have become obsessed with a new game -- The Sims Online. To be honest, I have no idea why this game is so consuming. GTA's appeal is obvious. You escape from every day life -- you're living in this chaotic world where none of your usual rules apply. In TSO, I'm getting away from every day life by playing a game that mimics everyday life. To borrow a phrase from my very Hollywood friend Andy, its just so meta! Of course, in my daily life, I do not dance in cages, live in a massive palace, or do backflips. So maybe that's the allure. My boyfriend, Robert, is consistently aggravated by my TSO obsession. Hard to imagine since he gifted both the computer and the game to me and he himself is known to spend HOURS playing the suffocatingly boring Civilization III. However, I will admit that our long-distance relationship is much easier when we are both playing the *same* video game obsessively. ("What did you do tonight, hon?" "Well, I finally killed Lance after I beat the dang Driver mission.") So I have decided to try to employ TSO as a tool that can bring us closer together rather than drive us apart. (Insert chorus of 'Awwwws' here.) So I sent him a copy. Tonight, I plan to lose my simulated virginity. Over the past few months I have fended off the advances of many simulated beings cuz I've been saving myself for Robbie. Heck, he should get first crack at somethin'. Here's a forum for posting funny stuff to each other. Its a public website, yall, but no one's looking. I think it'll be a fun way to share amusing stuff with each other and the universe, should anyone care. ![]() |