Dear Zombie

Dear Zombie, I have sent you an email to your real email address. Though unimportant in the grand scheme of things, I would like a reply. Preferrably with the information I am seeking. Please let me know if you have not received said email. Sincerely, V

So, I owed you some pictures.....

Picture #1: Yep - I know, I promised you this photo in May. This is my latest tattoo. It's the scorpio symbol, and the scorpio constellation. I love it, most people hate it. What can you. And no, it didn't hurt.

Picture #2: This is my cubey cube at work today. I put up the lights, LB "fixed" them, and then mailroom guy went bat-shit (pun intended) crazy with the fake spider web stuff. I LOVE it. I never want to take it down. I have to do a little limbo to get in and out of my cube, but it's awesome!!

Picture #3: This is a picture of my two zombies, made for me by my friend Krista. On the left, in blue is Zoe, she's been around for a while. On the right is Zeb, just got her last weekend. They live on my desk full time forever. I haven't yet learned how to make them, so for now I just throw money at Krista, and beg her to make me zombies.

Have a great fantastic wonderful weekend. I want to hear all about your shenanigans.

Again.

I just want to state AGAIN one of my main pet peeves. IF you are a doormat in real life, you do NOT get to pretend to be a bad ass in fake life. Define fake life? Well, thanks for asking!! Fake life = Blogs/tweets/facebook/etc. If you're mad about something and at someone in particular - Call them on the phone, or go visit them - tell them VIA SPOKEN WORD what they have done to piss you off, so it can be remedied like adults. Don't go all passive/aggressive and pretend to be a bad ass. Reminder, all you are doing is typing. In the relative safety of your home. In your jammies. Why is this a pet peeve of mine? Well, thanks for asking!! BECAUSE: What you see with me is what you get. I would never, WILL never write here or on facebook or anywhere else anything that I would not say aloud to the person who has offended me. I'm actually more likely to tell someone off and/or fix things than I am to post it here. I usually only post it here if I think it would amuse you all, my dearest readers. That being said - I expect the same from other people. I know, I expect a lot. But without lofty expectations, there would be no pet peeves, would there?

I adore them!

I'm going to take the entire Michigan Avenue Apple store behind the bleachers and totally make out with them!!! On Sunday, my beloved 4th generation iPod nano decided to stop working. Specifically, the click wheel no clicky-clicky. I make an appointment to bring sick little iPod to the Apple store this morning. Shiny happy nice people greeted me at the door, directed me to Genius bar and Mr. Awesome. Mr. Awesome ran some tests, did some stuff. Said: "Sooo. I think it cannot be repaired." and "Your warranty expired four days ago." at this point I got the cold sweat. Four days!!?!? C'mon!!! and then Mr. Awesome said: "There is no way I'm charging you for this. I mean, four days." Huh?What?Whozis? "I mean, there is no damage, and it barely just came off warranty, so I'm going to go ahead and get you a new one." Mmmmhmmmmm..... "No charge" No charge This never happens to me. Never never never. I'm so giddy. I have no iPod for a few days while I wait for the new one to arrive, but mine wasn't working anyway, so no big deal.

Do they know?!?!?

Turned on my radio first thing when I got in today. First song: In Your Eyes, Peter Gabriel Second song: Run, Collective Soul Third song: Steady, as She Goes, The Raconteurs Fourth song: Friday I'm in Love, the Cure Sixth song: Blister in the Sun, Violent Femmes (fifth song sucked, don't know what it was) It's like they KNOW it's my birthday, and are playing songs I love. It's going to be a good day.

People do the strangest things

In an OMG the Apocalypse can't come soon enough file: Today I was in line at Panera. There was a long line, so I was very close to the revolving door. For some random unknown reason some dumb chick decided to go counter-clockwise* through the revolving door. Hm. Um, no little push bar should have been a tip off. This in itself was not the big deal. The big deal was the 7 OTHER PEOPLE WHO THEN ALSO WENT THROUGH THE REVOLVING DOOR COUNTER-CLOCKWISE. Seriously?!?! WTF!?!?! Again, there is no push bar, and the door is squeaking in revolt. Are we really that sheep-like? Like 'I know this is wrong, but the six people before me did it, so even though it feels strangely unnatural, I'm just going to do this.' Equally scary? When I did my little smirk/chortle/head-shake, only one other person acknowledged that this was highly unusual behavior!!! In other strange news: A small group of my "peers" (yes, in quotes, I use it very loosely!!) elected me to a board of directors. Ahem. A Board of Directors. At one of Chicago's German Cultural Centers. Yep, get up off the floor. Sometimes people think of me as a grown up. That's not to say I didn't giggle like a school girl, steeple my fingers, and say "Excellent" when my name was read as a new member of the Board of.....you get the picture. If you read my comments much, you may have read that tomorrow is my birthday. This is true. Comments** make lovely gifts. :) * Correction!! Dumb chick went counter-counter clockwise, meaning the opposite of normal!! Thanks, Zombie, for pointing that out! ** Posts also make fantastic gifts!! Thanks again MenD!!

Whoops

I remember why I've been avoiding the Tuesday night poker game. There's this thing on Wednesdays that gets in the way. It's called work. I need a cheeseburger. Stat. And a pillow. And maybe some tylenol. *poker wasn't the only culprit. Stopping by the bar on my way home for 'one' might have contributed. That, and the two I had when I got home because I was mid-second wind.* And, oh yeah, I lost. Quickly.